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Post by Sven De Ruyter on Dec 15, 2011 9:06:33 GMT -5
In honor of his twentieth birthday, Sven and his brother Lars thought it would be best to go clubbing. Partying was one of Sven's favorite pass times, as he did love to dance (badly) and the beat in the Amsterdam clubs really got his hips swinging (badly). Lars also seemed to enjoy (badly) dancing with the young hip and intoxicated youth of the city. After the pair ate waffles at the shop just down the street from Sven's a apartment, the second best waffles in the world following Emma's, they hit the bars and then slowly worked their way into Amsterdam's finest clubs.
Sven didn't start out drinking much. It really didn't take much to get him going, which was partly due to his weight, partly due to the fact that he almost never ate anything before drinking, and partly psychosomatic, as he always thought he was drinking a lot more than he was and therefore must be drunk. His usual drinking buddies, the other models at work, could usually drink only a few before their minds were lost in the happy haze of alcohol. Even though Sven should have been a good drinker like his brother, and even sister, he was convinced that a beer and a half were enough to get him thoroughly buzzed.
However, on this occasion, Sven had the advantage of having eaten before they went out, so the first couple of drinks didn't get to him as much as they might have normally. He still laughed loudly, as though the beer had somehow stolen his inhibitions, and held tight to Lars' arm when they wandered from dance floor to dance floor until they found a suitable venue for their birthday dancing.
Sven dragged his brother few the crowd of largely unfamiliar faces and toward the DJ, swinging his hips the whole way. If Eka could see him now, she'd hang her head in shame. Her tango and ballet lessons had done Sven some good, but were completely useless here. No amount of her teaching could fix the disaster that was the Dutch brothers on a club dance floor.
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Post by Lars Van Dyke on Dec 16, 2011 3:57:20 GMT -5
The following reasons explained why Lars Van Dyke, was a good drinker / borderline alcoholic.
Heineken is his favorite brand of beer. Of course, Lars was a bit biased in this decision simply because it was a household Dutch name, and he held his nationality in a high, prideful regard. After years of drinking it, and becoming acquired to the taste, Lars could drink the frothy liquid like he was drinking a bottle of water.
He eats a lot. Lars consumed enough chocolate chip waffles, coated and drowned with syrup to feed a starving family. Because of this, it took a lot of Heineken, at least four bottles, before he could get a good buzz going.
The Dutchman never mixed drinks. This, however, good be interpreted as a good and a bad thing, seeing as how he only succeeds in making himself more tolerable to beer.
Still, as Lars stumbled along the glowing tiles of Club Ecstacy's glorious dance floor, he could vaguely remember getting here. Only aware that his younger brother was hooked on his arm as he pushed past the heap of attention-seeking females in hiked up dresses and the predatory men that chased after them. A bubble machine spraying over the crowd as numerous strobe lights illuminating their skin different palors of the spectrum; a DJ blasting techno with a bass that resonated in the Dutchman's ears and deafened him into oblivion.
... He knew why he loved Amsterdam so much.
"Broer ..." Promptly recieving a mouthed 'what', Lars realized that, yes, the music was too loud and he leaned down to Sven's ear.
"BROER. I'M .. I WANT ANOTHER BEER."
A bit on the drunk side, Lars had a permanenet snicker plastered onto his features as he smiled ever so dopishly.
"BUT I CAN'T FIND IT .."
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Post by Sven De Ruyter on Dec 22, 2011 2:52:04 GMT -5
The downside of clubbing with Lars was that he was ridiculously uncreative with his beverage choices. Granted, Sven was usually a wine and good beer kind of man, but he at least tried new drinks. Lars never tried anything new at all aside from the Danish beers Mathias brought over every time he visited. Really, a Sex on the Beach wouldn't kill Lars. If he hadn't been relatively drunk by this point, Sven would have sighed and told him to get his own damn beer, but he was honestly so elated that Lars was being so nice to him, his could only smile and tug Lars closer. He was actually pretty proud of his brother tonight. Not only was he dressed well, though he'd had a little help from Sven, he hadn't lost his brother yet, he hadn't gotten into a big fight with some other drunk yet, and he wasn't being his usual asshole self. Except for the borderline intimate (and completely accidental) way that they were dancing together, Sven figured this was just how brothers should be.
"The bar--THE BAR IS OVER THERE." He pointed to the back wall of the club and bumped his hips into some poor stranger. "LET'S GO." With a little effort, he was able to lace his fingers with Lars' and guide him through the writhing masses of dancers. Occasionally, he stopped to grin at a stranger grabbing his ass, or do a little groping himself. He had to pull several women off of Lars, and somewhere in the back of his mind it occurred to him that Antonio wouldn't be happy about this at all, but he was too busy celebrating life to let that thought fester.
When Sven finally got them to the bar, he leaned over the counter and waved at the bartender. "He wants beer!" His hands waved at Lars, and a huge grin split his face. "And..and...oh my gawwwdd you are hot. What time do you get off work?"
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Post by Mathias Kohler on Dec 28, 2011 8:27:43 GMT -5
Mathias had never really been good with directions nor did he know how to work the GPS on his IPhone along with half the other apps he had installed. Not that he hadn’t tried after Sven texted him the address of the club he was meant to meet him at, which apparently wasn’t walking distance from his hotel. The fact that the Dane had practically emptied the minibar probably didn’t help him in his quest either at this point. So, by the time he reached the club, forty minutes late even after taking a taxi he was just grateful to be there at all.
He stepped inside the throbbing building after slipping the bouncer a queue cutting fifty, ignoring the way glass chattered against the table from the pounding bass and the sea of hands that could belong to anyone. While Mathias never tired of attention, it was incredibly distracting as he looked between people for the birthday boy. After a few minutes of worming and trying to decipher (what he naturally assumed to be) compliments screamed at him, answering with smiles, he spotted none other but his freakishly tall best friend who managed to stand out even among the clusters of people. When calling out didn’t seem to work he edged in closer, finally spotting Sven leaning across the counter with his bum in the air, flirting, and immediately focused on closed in on him. “SVEEEEEN!” He shouted despite being right behind him, he threw his arms around his waist and hoisted him from the counter with an impossibly wide grin.
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Post by Antonio Hernandez Carriedo on Mar 5, 2012 1:11:04 GMT -5
Antonio effortlessly weaved himself through the gaggles of people that were casually grouping together outside the many shops and restaurants at the local strip mall. It had been almost half a year since he first moved to the Netherlands and he had fortunately grown accustomed to the large crowds of people that would float around the plaza late into the evening, like fireflies that lingered in front of the brightly illuminated vendor windows and lamp posts. Shifting his shoulder to prevent bumping into a young teenage couple, the Spaniard muttered a quick 'excuse me' in accented Dutch, as he continued his way, worn sneakers leisurely padding down the cracked cobblestone streets of downtown Amsterdam.
Thin, sun kissed fingers curled tightly around a shopping bag with a prestigious and easily recognizable label that concealed his latest purchase. He had spent upwards of an hour wandering the seemingly endless expanse of the Coach store, losing his bearings a couple of times amongst glittering bags and shiny trinkets. Antonio caught himself wandering over to the women's section of the store quite a few times, thinking surely Sven would adore a pair of pink sneakers with pearl white laces and fuschia trimming or some bug eyed sunglasses. Thankfully, a sales associate noticed the lost and utterly confused look on his face and after a brief conversation about what he was looking for helped to point him in the right direction.
The brunette never fancied labels much himself, but there was a very special Luxembourgian who did however, and it happened to be his birthday. Today Sven, his boyfriend's younger brother, who he considered just as much his blood relative as Lars did, was turning twenty and officially transitioning out of his teens. Which was certainly an occasion worth a six hundred dollar bag. It may have put Antonio financially back a bit, but it was a price he was more than willingly happy to pay. One doesn't turn twenty more than once in their life after all. Or at least, that was the brunette's weird optimistic way of thinking.
Pulling out his out dated hunk of a cell phone, bright emeralds darted across the screen as he texted Lars, asking him to relay back the name of the club that everyone was meeting at to celebrate. Glancing down at his clothes with silent scrutiny, the Spaniard couldn't help but wonder if he was exactly club savvy in an black v-neck and a pair of skinny's. Not wanting to waste any more time than he already had, Antonio internally decided that what he was wearing was fine specially when surrounded by drunk people that couldn't even tell their head from their backside while bumping against each other in a poorly lit room.
Breaking out into a light trot to catch the bus, Antonio slipped on board, taking a seat and cupping his chilled hands, blowing a puff of warm air into them before slipping them into his pockets, trying to generate some heat. Pulling his sweater tighter around his body it took exactly three stops until he was within close proximity of the club. Making his way inside after paying a fairly average admission fee, he scanned the crowds for a familiar face as flashing lights danced across the walls, playing across the many figures jumping up and down to the music that blared through the speakers.
It didn't take long for a familiar head of ash blonde to stand out, seeing as he was almost a head higher than the rest of the people there.
"Lars!" Waving his hand around, a handsome smile pulled across his supple lips, eyes lighting up upon spotting his lover.
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Post by Eduard Von Bock on Mar 5, 2012 12:13:11 GMT -5
Eduard needed to relax a bit somehow and if there was one place where the Estonian would possibly loosen up a bit, it was Amsterdam.The bespectacled blonde had been directed to some club where much merry-making would take place and he decided that it would be a pretty neat place to just hang out, have some fun. Would he dance? Maybe if he drunk enough.. He carefully entered the building filled with loud music, attractive people and immediately looked for the bar and if there was a place to sit there perhaps. He considered himself to be fairly well dressed, black jeans, grey tee and dark blue unbuttoned vest with a pair of black and grey sneakers that he had picked up before heading over here. Eduard wasn't sure if he'd be of much notice to anyone in the lively place and almost certainly doubted it. Nonetheless,he made his way to the bar making his way through small groups of people. He was pleasantly surprised that he hadn't waited too long before getting in but there was no time to think about that. This man wanted a beer and pretty badly at this point, there were unfamiliar hands occasionally brushing in various places. Places where he should have expected to be touched but had him bristle up ever so slightly nonetheless. "I really should get to be a little less tense, I am in a club after all.." He muttered quietly. Upon finally reaching the bar, the Estonian greeted the bartender politely and requested a beer.."Quickly if you could, thanks.." Upon receiving his beer, he paid with an accompanying good tip before turning to observe the dance-floor while consuming his first of what would probably be many drinks tonight.
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Post by Lars Van Dyke on Mar 7, 2012 1:07:55 GMT -5
Lars was certainly inhebriated. His knees felt light yet his stomach felt heavy, the classic signs of too many beers as the flashing lights of the borderline rave swirled in his vision.
Though, he could still walk, talk, and function; and that was whats most important in his opinion. And so, as he finally made his way through the throngs of people to the bar, ordering himself another Heineken in slightly slurred Dutch; he smiled, bobbing his head a little to the obnoxious techno that rung in his ears, the heavy baseline nearly causing him to lose his hearing.
Still, Lars loved it.
Always a little homesick when he was in school, he registered that yes, he was in Amsterdam. He was home.
This was where he belonged.What !?" Lars could barely hear somebody call his name, though lucky for the mystery yeller he was facing their direction; but in his drunken vision, his lover formed and he unconsciously smiled. Shaggy brown locks that were long overdue for a trim framing his handsomely tanned face and gorgeous emeralds peeking past the fringe of his bangs.
"Hej, Antonio !!!" He yelled in his ear, which in any situation would be a regular speaking voice. Lars leaned down to peck Antonio on both cheeks like he learned in Madrid; before straightening and pointing in another direction, figuring he'd want to look for the birthday boy.
"SVEN IS OVER THERE."
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Post by Sven De Ruyter on Mar 11, 2012 17:31:46 GMT -5
Sven squealed when he was pried away from his beloved bar. He wasn't particularly worried though, that voice was familiar as his good friend Mathias, and he laughed. "You made it! I was starting to think you were afraid of a little partying," he craned his head to look back at him and grinned widely. He was drunk enough to have completely forgotten about the poor sap behind the bar and had moved on to his new source of entertainment. "Isn't this amazing?" He had to shout above the music, "Lars and I have been looking for a place this nice for ages. There are sexy men and women everywhere, and they play good music! I think the manager must be gay or something!" Sven cackled at his own joke and wiggled to the ground so he could turn and give Mathias his proper welcoming kiss on the cheek. "Do you want something to drink? Come dance with me!" Of course, Sven wasn't exactly stealthy in his state as he groped up Mathias' arms. He didn't think he'd ever date the man, as he was perhaps as far from romantic as a person can get, but it would be hard to deny that he wanted to tumble around in bed, in a bathroom stall, or even on the dance floor with this man. It was his birthday, he was drunk, Afonso wasn't around, and he wanted to dance. Why not dance with someone he found attractive and wouldn't be punched for touching?
"We are still waiting for some people--Antonio!" His favorite Spaniard could be seen making his way through the crowd and he bounced on his toes, waving exuberantly, "You are here too? Come here, let me give you a birthday kiss!" With a lunge forward and a quick snag of Antonio's hand, he was pulling his brother's boyfriend with him back toward the bar, "You know Mathias, oui? And your drunk boyfriend, and ahhh..." His eyes traced the bar and landed on a bookish looking blond with thick framed glasses all alone at a nearby stool, "This man here--" He reached out and hauled the man forward, "I don't know him yet, but he will be joining our little party!"
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Post by Eduard Von Bock on Mar 11, 2012 20:09:40 GMT -5
Eduard had just finished his first beer and was continuing to look around when suddenly he found himself hauled over to a little group by some guy. "What the hell is going on?" He thought in a slight panic. So much social interaction all at once."What if I make an ass of myself as usual..." He wasn't sure if he would regret coming out here. The Estonian had to remind himself, he was here to relax a little in the first place. Though he thought he hadn't had enough to drink to warrant dancing much.Everyone was a stranger so he really didn't have much of an expectation for familiarity. Still, he was a little more than shocked that he had even garnered anyone's attraction. But in his mind, he decided to just grin and go along with it. One never knew where such things could take him after all. Nonetheless, accompanying his friendly grin and a raised eyebrow in slight skepticism at the person's, who had by then figured was clearly drunk, introduction. But he nodded a greeting nonetheless, perhaps he would speak but only if spoken to first..but a slight but audible within the given setting "Hey," came out of his mouth anyways.
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Post by Lars Van Dyke on Mar 12, 2012 2:51:46 GMT -5
"Ahhhhnah. Nananan. Nmanananana."
Lars was singing to himself, the tune with a heavy bassline that rang in his hears and made the dance floor livelier than the Fourth of July in the states.
However, what he really meant to say was.
Baby, baby stay strong ~ Soon both of us will be gone Baby, baby stay long To a place where the wind still talks
"Neh nah ... manana ...Hmmm ... hmmm ~"
Can you feel the drums ? Can you feel the drum beat go...
"Boom. Booom booom" It was the only lyrics Lars knew. He took a sip of his beer, lips curled around the rim of the familiar green Heineken bottle as he made his way through the throngs of party goers to his own party. Briefly noting a new face in the group of his lover, his best friend, his brother, and ...
"Specs !" It was the first thing Lars could think of, seeing as how he was inhebriated and did not know the lonely patron's name. His glasses popped out first among anything, and he offered the lanky nerd his beer.
"You drink, man ? Lighten up, you look tense!" Lars clapped a hand on his back, probably harder than he thought he did.
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Post by Eduard Von Bock on Mar 12, 2012 12:41:10 GMT -5
In a slight reaction to someone else clapping him pretty hard, Eduard inwardly cringed a bit before smiling good-naturedly. No reason to openly mention any pain that could have caused. He was hardy enough despite his size. "Yea, I drink.. I'm certain that I need one, heh.." He said gratefully accepting the offer of a beer and downing it rather quickly. He was used to drinking quite a bit and in considerably large amounts, even though he rarely did outside of situations similar to this or any other casual gathering. If nothing else, he was not really regretting coming out here. At least not too much. Though he was yet to get much of a buzz, it was only his second beer after all, the Estonian was humming along to whatever was playing. He didn't much care to be tense here of all places. "Heh what's your name anyways..I'm Eduard.. though Specs would be fine too.." he said with slight chuckle. He might as well try to socialize in a friendly manner while he could. It would make the sudden juxtaposition in a group of friends considerably less awkward for himself and everyone involved. But seriously he wondered inwardly, how in the world did someone pick him out of all of the people here. Oh well, don't dare think about it, most of these folks are already intoxicated and you're trying to get to at least a buzz and somewhat quickly.
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Post by Antonio Hernandez Carriedo on Mar 12, 2012 18:18:11 GMT -5
'Well he's drunk'
Clear, airy laughter filled the space between the Dutchman and Antonio as he playfully rolled his eyes, allowing his clearly intoxicated lover to kiss both of his cheeks. Smiling, the brunette affectionately squeezed Lars' hip, placing a chaste kiss of his own on the corner ash blonde's thin lips.
"Don't go getting yourself hurt okay?! I'm going to talk to Sven! Go dance!" Screaming just as loudly into his ear, the Spaniard slipped away, maneuvering through the crowds of dancing bodies in the direction his lover had pointed.
No sooner had he left Lars' side did Sven suddenly make himself visible, yanking Antonio towards the bar with a surprisingly firm grip on his hand.
"Sven! Here, I got this for you! Happy Birthday!" Shoving the bag enthusiastically against the other's chest, a bright smile lit up the Spaniard's face, silently praying that he'd like his present.
"Oi, Mathias!" Waving his hand in greeting to the Dane, Antonio's gaze soon fell upon a new figure. The blonde Estonian who just introduced himself as Eduard.
"Hi, Eduard! It's nice to meet you! Please call me Antonio~!" He screamed, trying to make his voice reach above the sound of the booming speakers.
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Post by Eduard Von Bock on Mar 12, 2012 18:35:21 GMT -5
Eduard,by this time had somehow managed to request a beer from the bartender and was well on his way through it when the Spanish man introduced himself to him. Of course in a bit more of a relaxed state, he felt free to return the gesture. "Nice to meet you as well, Antonio!" He answered with appropriate volume before finishing off the beer he just had. Now having a slight looseness to him, he started to sway slightly in time to the music. He didn't have..what one would call hips but it kind of looked like he did a little due to his leanness. Nonetheless, he moved what he did have fairly rhythmically..About as subtly as he could in this place. After all, he was still greeting everyone in the party he was joining in the first place. But it was also a club, it would probably be a good thing if he did start to move a bit to get used to all the kinetic energy that surrounded him. It was rather intoxicating, more so than the beer, the music, the people all reckless and fun-loving. Something to be said for gathering so many folks together for the purpose of having an alcohol-fueled good time.
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Post by Mathias Kohler on Mar 21, 2012 7:11:47 GMT -5
Sven’s babbling was drowned beneath the thrumming music, laughter and the obnoxiously loud couple grinding next to them, although he doubted that what he said was of much importance, opting to simply grin and nod in response. He was only able to pick up on a few words about the club and chuckled when Sven laughed, missing the joke completely. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Mathias shouted, revealing then that he hadn’t heard a word of it, but that didn’t seem to bother the birthday boy too much.
Drink? Funny how he picked up on the words he wanted to hear although that option seemed to disappear as quickly as it was offered, Sven finding himself fascinated with his arms once again (which he’s more than happy to flex for show). As quickly as he was latched onto, he was left waiting as Sven dragged yet another familiar face towards their small group. “Tonio!” He shouted in greeting, one rather built arm coming around his shoulder. “It’s you, man! I never see you anymore! And I live with you!” He laughed, although it wasn’t too far from the truth, the Dane often choosing to fly to Amsterdam instead of Copenhagen while on break.
“Heeeey I know you!” Mathias threw an impossibly wide grin at the Estonian when he introduced himself, although he was quick to change his mind about that. “No… no wait! No I don’t! I’m Mat!”
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Post by Sven De Ruyter on Mar 21, 2012 20:11:34 GMT -5
"Thank you! Give me a kiss!" Sven pointed to his forehead and gave him an expectant look. He wasn't drunk enough to try to pull something stupid, but kisses were a birthday tradition in his family, and he was going to get one from everyone by the end of the night. Mathias' muscles bulged under his sleeves, and Sven was more than pleased to find that the season's training was increasing his muscle mass. He was only groping muscle, so he didn't see the problem with admitting it was nice. Afonso had promised to meet with them later in the evening, so until they all met up, Mathias would have to endure his hands on his arms.
Beyond pleased that his friends were all gathering at this club, Sven's face was lit up in a massive smile that stretched from cheek to cheek. The night was relatively young, and he had plenty of sources of free drinks--and as it was shoved into his arms, he discovered that his birthday also earned him a gorgeous bag from Antonio. The man was far too sweet for his own good, Sven though as his cheeks dusted pink. He pointed to his cheek, indicating that he wanted a birthday kiss, even if it wasn't on the lips. "This is lovely! Thank you so much, Antonio! Can you really afford this?" It was a very nice bag indeed. If he were a bit more sober, he might go searching for the price tag, but he instead stroked the soft leather and slung the strap around his shoulder.
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