Well fuck. Always the late one, wasn't he? Didn't help that his older bro wouldn't give in to Nate's pleading words. Christ was it a hassle to borrow his motorcycle for just a day, just one day. Okay, he probably could've poofed, but ehm... Not the best way to draw attention. So? Bike it was.
Parking the old wreck of a cycle with everlasting patience, Nathan couldn't help but wonder how things were going to roll. He was definitely late, so a warm, care-free greeting wouldn't do. Sod it, he'd just walk in like he owns the damn place.
And just as suspected, a warm welcome wasn't one of the things immediately apparent either. Good God, ass-hat numero uno was definitely in the house! Fuck, that guy had to be a mental escapee. There is no sodding plausible way that this... Testosterone-powered machine, guy.. thing didn't attract any attention in every day society life! Okay, yeah, Nathan knew his name was Jack. But fuck that! Psycho is much, much more appropriate.
“'Ello ladies and gents! Sorry for being late. I had some problems getting 'ere.”
Nathan butted in with his trademark overly joyous voice, like this was daily routine for him, as Jack fell into the void of his usual tantrum. --That insane fuck-- But hey, there were much more interesting people that had decided to show up for the party!
“Drake.” Nate nodded at the young man as he took a seat, kicking his feet on top of the generic grey tables. “Aaand, can't forget 'bout our two lovely ladies, can I? Didn't miss anything good I hope?” The man turned his wide grin at the only two female members of the group, raising his fedora to reveal his black eyes as they gazed at the two... How'd he call it? Lady friends, I guess.
One, two, three... Yep, that makes five, all of 'em. Let business begin.
Parking the old wreck of a cycle with everlasting patience, Nathan couldn't help but wonder how things were going to roll. He was definitely late, so a warm, care-free greeting wouldn't do. Sod it, he'd just walk in like he owns the damn place.
And just as suspected, a warm welcome wasn't one of the things immediately apparent either. Good God, ass-hat numero uno was definitely in the house! Fuck, that guy had to be a mental escapee. There is no sodding plausible way that this... Testosterone-powered machine, guy.. thing didn't attract any attention in every day society life! Okay, yeah, Nathan knew his name was Jack. But fuck that! Psycho is much, much more appropriate.
“'Ello ladies and gents! Sorry for being late. I had some problems getting 'ere.”
Nathan butted in with his trademark overly joyous voice, like this was daily routine for him, as Jack fell into the void of his usual tantrum. --That insane fuck-- But hey, there were much more interesting people that had decided to show up for the party!
“Drake.” Nate nodded at the young man as he took a seat, kicking his feet on top of the generic grey tables. “Aaand, can't forget 'bout our two lovely ladies, can I? Didn't miss anything good I hope?” The man turned his wide grin at the only two female members of the group, raising his fedora to reveal his black eyes as they gazed at the two... How'd he call it? Lady friends, I guess.
One, two, three... Yep, that makes five, all of 'em. Let business begin.