’Damn it, damn it, damn it!’ Raivis strayed off the path for a moment to kick the trunk of a nearby tree. Hard. It hurt him a bit, but he didn’t really care. Well, he didn’t care, but it still hurt. So much so that when he continued walking down the path he had to limp slightly. He crossed his arms tightly over his chest and scowled a bit.
Well, it wasn’t his fault he was late! It was all the teachers’ fault. He had so much homework that he misjudged his timing. It was so late when he finished that he hadn’t even bothered going. Nils probably wouldn’t even stay an hour late waiting for him just for a stupid dinner. Damn teachers. Damn homework.
Once again, Raivis jumped off the path and kicked the tree again, this time biting his lip against the sudden pain that shot up his leg. He cursed quietly under his breath and continued on down the path, limping a bit more now. There was really no reason he was all the way out here. It was late, too. He’d probably get detention now. Damn it all.
Mumbling quietly under his breath about all his stupid homework, Raivis started walking a bit faster. Nils probably won’t even speak to him again. He was a jerk; skipping a dinner like that. He didn’t even call and tell him he couldn’t make it. God, he was awful. Right when he thought Nils was starting to like him, too.
Post by jegernorge on May 15, 2011 22:23:34 GMT -5
Wasn't fate hilarious? Nils wanted to laugh at the whole situation he had gotten into, because quite frankly, the day he accepted to go in a romantic dinner with Raivis Galante, out of all the boys in college, he could've only been drunk. Still, it passed, they began a troubled enough friendship that could eventually turn into... well, they were going on a date, it had to mean something.
The dinner was marked to seven o'clock, two hours after classes were over. Nils actually was quite excited for the whole dinner, which implied he would dress himself nicely. He grabbed a pair of jeans, putting then a nice red shirt and a black jacket, followed by a new pair of sneakers. He brushes his hair and fixed his cross barrette, looking at himself in the mirror before he mentally slapped himself. Why was he fretting over such a meaningless date, anyway? Nils growled, grabbed his wallet and bedroom keys, then left for the restaurant.
Such yearning for... absolutely nothing. After an hour waiting at the restaurant table, without even a single message on his phone, Nils was irritated. Extremely pissed off. The Norwegian cursed, loudly enough for the nearby tables to hear it, then left the table, left the place. Surely, he left behind a small tip for the waiter, since he had not even asked for a coke. He grabbed his motorcycle, because yes, he was old enough to drive, and left the damned restaurant, cell on his pocket. He was so pissed at Raivis, who was him to set up a whole date and then simply disappear?!
He stopped by the park, a place small enough that no one would find him and pester. He parked next to a bench, resting his helmet on the motorcycle as he sat on the very same bench, curling his legs up and staring down at the pigeons. Annoying creatures, if he had a lighter and a cigarette, he'd burn them. Maybe... Maybe that's why he didn't have any of them. Nils jerked his lips to the side, well, that would've been funny.
However, Nils instantly perked up once he heard... something. Small steps in the distance, followed by a murmuring. He looked over to where the sound was coming from, only to spot no other than... Raivis. The Norwegian hissed under his breath, standing up to face him, with his arms crossed. "Oh, guess who showed up." He said, rather loudly, staring at the boy. "You... stupid asshole, you could've called." He growled, ready to throw a tantrum.
Raivis was completely taken aback by Nils’ appearance. He hadn’t expected to find the older boy here, and that’s the whole reason Raivis had come to the park in the first place. He swallowed hard. Wait, he shouldn’t be upset or scared or anything. He should be happy. Well, he would be if Nils hadn’t talked to him in such a disgusted tone. So Nils was angry. To be expected, really, but Raivis had been hoping he would at least try to understand first.
“I-I’m really, really sorry Nils,” Raivis started. He looked down at the ground, unable to look Nils in the eye without feeling so horrible about himself. “I-I had all this homework a-and I didn’t know how long it would take me. Th-then I just lost track of time a-and—“ Raivis cut himself off. This all sounded like one big practiced excuse of his. Well, it wasn’t. But Nils might not believe that.
He swallowed again and bit the inside of his lip. “I-I-I’m really sorry,” he said quietly. Raivis looked up for a moment and met eye contact with Nils for a moment, then immediately looked away again. “I-I didn’t mean to blow you off like that. I-it just…h-happened. I’m sorry. Y-you’re not mad, a-are you?”
Well, that was the stupidest question ever. Of course Nils was mad. It was only natural for him to be. I mean, Raivis had just completely stood him up for a date. Who wouldn’t be at least a bit angry at that? Unless the person didn’t like the person they were going out with. No, Raivis wouldn’t think of that. Nils had to like him. Besides, he seemed angry. So that was…good? Bad? God, Raivis didn’t even know anymore. It was something.
Post by jegernorge on May 17, 2011 13:36:59 GMT -5
Nils growled, facing Raivis with his arms still crossed. If he was mad? Oh, please! He muttered the question to himself all over again, silently walking closer to the Freshman until they were inches away, silently looking down at him. He just wanted to kill Raivis right now, freeze him all the way up to his bones, but this would be one horrible idea. Imagine, if he happened to get caught with a frozen corpse on his hands! Plus, he... didn't actually hate Raivis this much.
"If I'm angry...?" He frowned, staring down - he was a few centimeters taller than the other. "Of course I am! You could have called, sent me a message, leave a note on my bed, for all I care!" He hissed, dropping his arms down, one hand curling up. "I didn't even see you in my... our room. I forgive you, for Odin's sake but don't ever do this again." He threatened, voice growing colder and he tilted his head down to stare more. "Say you won't." He called, his hand moving up to grab the boy's chin, tilting it upwards.
Nils made sure to look right into the other's eyes. They were quite pretty, now that he was looking closely enough, but he still didn't have that glimpse normal people had... Nils had tried to manipulate his mind once or twice, change his memories back when the boy was a mere experiment, but it didn't work. He chuckled, his cold face cracking into a grin as he let go, shaking his head.
"You... you really are an idiot." He chuckled, scratching his head as he took a step back, looking at his own shoes Well, now that he was there, they could still use of this silly date, if he was still willing to do so. The park was empty enough that no other student would stare at them. Still, the Norwegian wasn't exactly full of social skills, he couldn't be exactly charming.
Gulping, he stopped looking down to face Raivis, the smallest hint of a smile as he did so. "Do you... want to go for a walk or anything?" He asked, fixing his cross barrette. It wasn't a fancy restaurant, and he shouldn't care so much but... Not that he was doing anything else, anyway.
Last Edit: May 17, 2011 13:52:58 GMT -5 by jegernorge
"I forgive you, for Odin's sake but don't ever do this again."
Raivis almost cheered out loud. Nils may be mad – very mad – but at least Raivis was forgiven. He still felt awful about it. Of course he would. It was stupid of him not to think of calling, and a really jerk move. Still, if he was forgiven…was it alright? Raivis wasn’t really sure. He had never had a girlfriend before, let alone a boyfriend, but he did read romance novels. But those books didn’t have anything like this in it.
Then Nils made him look up. The contact made Raivis very surprised, and he even flinched slightly. He didn’t want to answer Nils’ question with a shake of his head, but he didn’t think he could talk. It surprised him when he managed to find his voice. “I-I-I won’t…”
Although he felt kind of awkward being in this situation, Raivis kind of liked it. For once in his life he was actually having a somewhat romantic moment. He’d been reading about these moments in books, but he never thought he’d actually have one. It was kind of exciting. …And lame. Really, really lame.
When Nils took a step back, Raivis did too. An extremely small step, though. It didn’t even looked like he stepped back, only shifted on his feet. He was fine with that. Nils seemed to think this was awkward too. He most likely felt more awkward then Raivis did. Nils didn’t read romance novels as much as Raivis did. Raivis didn’t even know is Nils read romance novels at all. Probably not. He didn’t seem like that kind of guy.
"Do you... want to go for a walk or anything?"
That’d be nice. That might actually be nicer than dinner. Raivis gave a small smile and nodded. The boy folded his hands behind his back and put his feet together, both because it was kind of comfortable for him and it made him a bit taller. Being taller was always good, in his opinion. “Sure, I-I’d love to,” he said, his smile growing.
Post by jegernorge on May 22, 2011 20:36:51 GMT -5
The fact Raivis sounded so happy made Nils blush and sent butterflies down his stomach. He wasn't a guy for this kind of thing, to act so... interested, out of nothing, but... He sighed, shaking his head and digging his hands into his pockets, which was his way to protect himself. It was extremely strange, for him at least, that he could get so happy over a simple smile, but tried not to think much about it as he walked, the other boy by his side.
He looked at Raivis from time to time, mentally noticing small and news detail of him, his nose or eyes, his eyebrows and his hair. The Latvian was horribly cute, even if he didn't know that himself. The smile was just special, but Nils had to control himself, or else he would just sound like a lovesick puppy. This made him pout to himself, his face red all the way up to his ears.
"We... we don't talk much, it's funny isn't it? Despite the fact we're roomates... Maybe, maybe we should... talk about something. Or not." He blurted, coughing slightly as he looked at Raivis from the corner of his eyes, glad his fringe was partly covering his face. He was divided between hating this part of him, for he was being too caring, too frail, too... loving. The other part of his enjoyed the moment, taking in every new bit of feeling, because... he never truly had the chance to act like this too often, besides with the plushy toy he called Mr.Bun. He wondered if Raivis knew about him...
Nils sighed, his hand twitching slightly before he reached out to grasp the other's hand. The grip was first, too strong at first before he relaxed, and slowly moved closer to the other. Gestures made more sense, at least to him, because he didn't have enough words anyway. He kept holding his hand firmly, wondering if this was okay. He would move his arm too, if the other didn't mind, and vaguely, he hoped Raivis would take more initiative than him. Nils was awkward, completely lost with romance, but it didn't mean he couldn't be demanding still. He didn't have much faith in the younger one, but maybe... Maybe he knew what to do.
Sighing, he just kept walking, a tiny smile on his face as he squeezed the other's hand again. He could grow easily used to this.
Raivis kept his eyes forward and hands folded in front of him as he walked. A few times that were very spaced out, he glanced up at Nils for about a second, then looked forward again. He didn’t want Nils thinking he was a stalker or anything by staring at him. But, Nils did seem to be looking at Raivis a lot. The Latvian could see the other boy out of the corner of his eye. No, he didn’t think it was creepy at all. He actually thought it was kind of a good thing. That meant Nils was interested in him, right? God, curse his lack of romantic knowledge.
”Maybe, maybe we should... talk about something. Or not."
“T-talk?” Raivis echoed. Talking sounded like a good idea, honestly. But, Raivis was not good at talking at all. His stutter made it hard for people to understand him, and this situation was making it worse. He chewed on the inside of his lip for a moment before saying, “th-that sound good. B-b-but I-I’m not too g-good at—“
He cut his sentence off. Why? Nils had taken his hand. Raivis did all he could to not squeal in happiness. He looked away so Nils couldn’t see how much he was smiling and blushing. Now, if only he knew what to do now. He didn’t want to let go. That was the last thing he wanted to do. There was only one thing on his mind at the moment, but he had no idea how Nils would react. Hate him? Like him? Run away? He wasn’t going to get anywhere by just staying quiet.
Raivis jumped ahead of Nils and stepped in his path, turning around so he was facing the older boy. He held his free hand out to stop him and paused for a few moments. Was this a bad idea? What if Nils didn’t like him all that much and ran away and told everyone at school? Raivis started tremble a bit harder from this fear. It was ridiculous, really. Why didn’t he just do it already? Don’t think about anything, just do it.
He squeezed Nils’ hand tightly, stood on his toes, and kissed him without warning. It wasn’t very long or anything. Just a few seconds, then Raivis took a few steps back and looked down at the ground. He refused to let go of Nils’ hand, though. He held on even tighter, as if he was making sure Nils couldn’t run away. Well, that was one of the reasons he was holding so tightly.
Last Edit: May 23, 2011 16:16:13 GMT -5 by jegernorge
Post by jegernorge on May 23, 2011 19:23:29 GMT -5
Well, that was extremely low of Raivis. Nils had paused as soon as he collided against the other's hand, pausing and looking down at it before back at him. Their fingers were still intertwined, and when he was about to ask what had happened, soft lips were against his, a minimal pressure. He raised both eyebrows, and before he could properly kiss him back even, Raivis had pulled back, tightening the grip on his hand.
Nils brought his free hand up to his lips, covering them softly as he stared at the other who now was shaking. He wasn't used to this kind of affection, he usually either got together with girls so the rumours about him would stop, so that people wouldn't call him girly too much - which always failed, since he never exactly cared for none of these girls. He also had had boys before too, not exactly a boyfriend, just... Nils was what you'd call a company when there was nothing better around. He was okay with it, or had been, until that kiss.
The Norwegian smiled softly, taking some steps closer as he hold the boy's cheek with a hand, pressing his lips against the other. It was a quick kiss, nothing new because... Well, he didn't know what to do when there were feelings involved. Still, the kiss was firm enough to show that yes, he was okay with the situation. Pulling back, he grinned and looked into Raivis eyes, something mischievous about his grin.
"Well... I suppose you don't consider me a bastard anymore, do you?" He teased, taking a step back, still holding his hand. "Tell me, does that makes us anything?" He asked, because quite frankly, he didn't know whether to care or not. Shaking his head and cursing himself, he tugged the Latvian's arm and went back to walking after.
"C'mon, keep walking..." He called after, with a calm voice. "We have plenty of time before we have to head back, and even if we don't, I'm completely okay with getting a detention." He added, looking back at Raivis just to give him a wink. "It's worth it." He hummed, before turning his head forward again. It was dark, but he couldn't care less about school rules now.
Kisses do that to people, Nils knew. They make you completely stupid.
When Raivis had thought the kissing was over, Nils had taken a step forward and kissed him. This time it was Raivis’ turn to be surprised. He had honestly though Nils would freak out or yell at him or something. This was the complete opposite of what Raivis was thinking. And he was really enjoying it. He was actually very calm as a result. The shaking had almost completely stopped, but of course he was still trembling slightly. He always was.
“Tell me, does that makes us anything?"
That was a very good question. A question that Raivis had no answer to. Did it? He wanted it to be. Does that mean it is? Before he could answer, Nils had tugged him along and told him to keep walking, so he did. When the Norwegian said that getting detention was worth it – and not only that, but winked at Raivis – the small boy had to smile. He took a few longer strides until he was walking next to Nils and moved over so he was very close to the other.
“Y-you’ve never d-done this before either, h-have you?” he asked quietly, looking up at Nils with a curious expression, his smile completely disappeared. He hadn’t talked in a while, so he knew he had to, and that was the first thing that popped into his mind. Plus, he was curious.
Raivis gave a small smile and looked forward again, leaning his head into Nils so it was resting on his arm. “I-I-I’ve never had a-anyone before,” he continued quietly. “Th-that’s why…Th-that’s why I really like being here with you.” To hide up that comment, which he really wish he hadn’t said, Raivis sighed deeply. It was the only thing he knew to cover up what he had said. God, why did he have to be so stupid and say things like that? He didn’t want to say the wrong thing, and that certainly could’ve been the wrong thing.
Post by jegernorge on May 24, 2011 19:28:51 GMT -5
Nils couldn't help but smile as Raivis leaned against his arm. The proximity was lovely, something he hadn't exactly ever had. Chuckling to himself, he let go of the boy's hand to gently rest his own hand on his waist, looking down at him with a smirk as he kept walking. So, Nils tugged him a bit closer, what to do? He wasn't blushing so much, far more used to the touching by now, which was helpful. Raivis also seemed pleased, and this only made him happier.
“Y-you’ve never d-done this before either, h-have you?”
The question made him pause and consider for a moment. Nils chewed on his lower lip as he simply looked forward, thinking about what to answer. What should he say? That he was as much of a starter at this as Raivis was? That everything he knew about touching and kissing he had learned because he... never cared about feelings? Gulping, Nils parted his lips, narrowing his eyes for a moment before looking down at Raivis eyes. "Yes." He said simply, smiling after. "I have kissed boys before but... It never mattered." He chuckled.
Next, Raivis also talked about how he enjoyed his company, which sounded terribly cute, but he had added this sad part about never having anyone before. Nils smirked, walking slower to nuzzle the other's neck, much like a cat asking for attention. "You have me now." He hissed, teasing a bit. "What else matters? Let's just be together then, if we don't know what to label ourselves." He shrugged, pulling back just to stand a bit more straight.
They had paused by now, which made Nils slightly blush, before tugging Raivis by the waist again, so they'd keep walking. What was he doing anyway, acting so sweet? How despicable of his. But... well, it did feel great. The Norwegian grinned. So what if his lover had some shaking issues? They would be welcome... someday. Somehow. Not that he was one to complain, after all, he probably still scared Raivis a bit.
"Listen..." He perked up, pausing for some moments as he tapped his lips with his free hand. "Are you hungry? I kinda am, but... I don't have any ideas." He shrugged with a half-smile, blushing only slightly. Well, this date had started with someone horribly late, hadn't it? Only fair for Raivis to pay them both a dinner! And well... of course he'd be well rewarded, but that's for later. Much later.
Raivis was not used to all the attention at all, but even so, he liked it a lot. Especially when Nils had started nuzzling his neck. When he did that, it was as if the whole world just disappeared and Nils was the only thing left. Raivis smiled wide, but the smile disappeared completely when Nils pulled back. Raivis hadn’t even heard what Nils said, he was too happy at the moment.
But, he did hear that he was hungry, which made Raivis realize that he too was also hungry. Oh yeah, they had both skipped dinner, right? Because Raivis had been late. Oh, right. He rubbed the back of his head nervously. There was honestly no place nearby that he knew of that had good food. Well, that he knew of. Or, wait, there was that one place. But Nils might not approve of that.
“U-um, w-well we could go t-to this one place n-nearby.” Raivis paused. Was this a good idea? No, it wasn’t a good idea. Not at all. It was more of a matter if he dared to suggest it. He kind of didn’t, but it was too late now. “I-it’s a bar, th-though. I-it’s always really crowded, a-a-and they don’t check I.D. or even l-look at you twice.”
Raivis swallowed hard. Now he just hoped Nils didn’t freak out on him or anything. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who was one of those drug awareness kids who always go on and on about how smoking’s bad for you and you shouldn’t have alcohol until you’re 21. Screw them. Raivis’ probably had enough vodka to rival a Russian. Since Nils wasn’t holding his hand anymore, Raivis had no way to make sure he didn’t leave, so he just leaned against him a bit more. He really hoped Nils didn’t have a negative reaction. He hoped to freaking God Nils was okay with it.
Post by jegernorge on May 25, 2011 21:04:25 GMT -5
Nils paused, frowning slightly before looking down at Raivis with one eyebrow raised. Had he really just suggested them both to go to a bar? Drink it down like two barbarians until they couldn't even walk straight? Nils smirked, nodding completely sure that he... wanted to do nothing else. He wanted to laugh, he felt like it, but he didn't do much besides squeeze Raivis' hipbones a bit as he slided his hand up to pull the boy closer next, walking faster.
"No ID checks and beverage?" He hummed, before grinning. "Sounds perfect to me." He added, quickening his pace as he was pretty much pulling the other. "But... I didn't know 'you' were the drinking type. I thought you were one of those to censor and bitch, like Matthew or a teacher." Nils shrugged, looking down at the Latvian with his eyes narrowed, challenging him. He knew he wasn't the best influence to Raivis, but... this could be fun.
It also didn't help that the boy would only get closer to him. Seriously, Nils wasn't used to such cutesy things, he knew he would end up twisting their sweet moment until both would be horribly drunk. He didn't want to know how they would make it to their room after getting so ridiculously smashed but, very well. As long as they didn't bump into anyone who would send them straight to detention, this could be easily handled.
The Norwegian chuckled, guiding them in another direction, before he realized he didn't know where the bar was. He paused, biting his lower lip, before looking down at Raivis. "Ahm... Love, I don't know the way," he shrugged, taking a step away from the other. "Show me." He added, offering a hand. Raivis could grab him by the hair if he wanted and drag him off, but he guessed the boy would prefer simply guiding him by the hand.
Nils turned his cell off and offered the other his hand, waiting with a smirk. "Oh, and... another thing. I'm Norwegian, I don't get drunk easily." He smiled, teasing the other yet again. What to do? He just hoped the other was strong as him, because its not fun when they guy you're drinking with is about to vomit while you're just tipsy. Well, if weren't they one strange couple...
Oh, thank God Nils was okay with this. Raivis realized he had been holding his breath and finally exhaled, a bit louder than he expected. He caught his breath when he realized how slow he was being. He was worrying so much about everything that he hadn’t really noticed that Nils had been pulling him closer and closer gradually. Noticing this made him laugh quietly under his breath. Had it really taken him this long to notice?
”I didn't know 'you' were the drinking type.”
“Y-yeah, I-I drink,” Raivis said, looking away for a moment. It was kind of…almost embarrassing. He was only fifteen. It wasn’t even legal for him to drink in Latvia, let alone America. It was a miracle in itself that Raivis had managed to smuggle vodka in his bag, which is now sitting under his bed back at the dorm. Maybe they could have that eventually. Not tonight, of course, but some other night.
A thought suddenly came crashing down on Raivis: What happens when/if they get drunk? Raivis’ been drunk before, and he did things that he never would’ve done if he was sober. He might have wanted to do those things, but he never did. And you can probably guess what Raivis wanted to do right now. If he was drunk…Oh, hell. This was definitely a horrible idea. Why had he even suggested this in the first place?
Nils kept speeding up, getting to the point where Raivis basically had to trot to keep up. Then he stopped, causing Raivis to almost fall over on his face. Thankfully he didn’t. That would’ve been very embarrassing.
”Love, I don’t know the way. Show me. Oh, and... another thing. I'm Norwegian, I don't get drunk easily.”
Raivis giggled quietly – and certainly not for very long. “Th-that’s alright. I-I don’t either.” It was true. It took a lot of alcohol to get Raivis drunk, as he drinks so much. Though, that is balanced out by the sheer amount of alcohol he drinks when he decides to go drinking. It’s definitely not a good thing to do, but he’s always drank that much alcohol. Not to get drunk or anything. Just to drink.
The Latvian smiled and took Nils’ outstretched hand. “I-it’s not that far,” he explained simply. He turned on his heels in the right direction, which happened to be the direction they were walking before, and set off as quick as he could toward the bar.
This was a terrible idea. So terrible that Raivis just wanted to go back to his dorm and end this outing/date/whatever. But he wouldn’t dare do that. One: Raivis was just not that kind of person. Two: He almost wanted to get drunk. You know, to see what would happen. It was stupid, really, but that was what was going through his mind at the moment.
Post by jegernorge on May 26, 2011 19:41:44 GMT -5
Nils felt a harsh tug on his hand as Raivis started to make his way for the bar, which he would have complained about, if he wasn't just as thrilled. He followed the other carefully, running because Raivis was also running, and if he didn't, he'd fall. He most certainly didn't want to be caught drunk with an equally drunk freshman, a much younger kid - fine, only two year younger, both were underage, but who cares? They'd be in big trouble, Nils knew, and he would have forced the other back to his room had he been anyone but himself.
What? Nils wanted to do it. Because that's the whole thing when it comes down to teenagers, their need to do everything wrong to break the rules. For the simple fun of it, and Nils knew he wasn't an exception. Well, at least Raivis wasn't some boring kid who would try to hold him back and order him around, quite the opposite. Raivis was that one kid just waiting to follow him in whatever bad idea he had. The Norwegian grinned, running a bit more besides his... friend? Boyfriend? Drinking buddy? They had to come down to terms, but he wasn't exactly sure what... a thing, there. They were a thing.
He was so distracted he also brought Raivis down to the ground with him, bumping against the boy. Luckily enough, he managed not to fall, and quickly held the boy by his shirt so he wouldn't fall either. Looking up, he saw the bar Raivis had mentioned, and immediately smirked as he walked inside, carrying the other by holding him by the waist.
"We're here!" He grinned, licking his lips as he took a seat, leaning into the counter to stare at the bartender. He bit his lower lip, leaning a bit as he made eye contact with the other guy. "Hey, mister, can you hand me two shots of vodka?" He called with a serious face, sounding much older than he was. He wouldn't ask for his ID, but he was an rather feminine boy, followed by a short other boy. They would never give them alcohol, but... hopefully, they would.
Bingo, their vodka was quickly served, with made the Norwegian nod proudly to himself before taking a sip. He carefully rest his glass on the counter, before leaning closer to Raivis, until they were inches away. "Hey." He started. "I call a drinking contest, are you in?"
It didn't take long to get to the bar in question. Nils almost tripped on the way over, so Raivis had slowed down slightly, thinking it was his fault. He smiled when Nils seemed excited to get there. Raivis would've thought he would be a little unsure about it was well, but it didn't seem that way.
When they got inside, Raivis was not surprised to see the place filled with people. Nils had managed to find them both seats next to each other – which was a definite plus.
Just like Raivis has predicted, the bartender didn't even look at them twice when he placed the glasses of vodka in front of the two minors. Raivis actually really wanted to just down the whole thing, but then he remembered what he was thinking before: What would happen if he got drunk. He slid the glass closer to him, but did not drink from it.
Then Nils asked him about the drinking contest.
Raivis swallowed hard. Drinking contest equals getting drunk. Getting drunk equals bad things are bound to happen. But if he said no, what would Nils think of him? Besides, he kind of wanted to have the contest. He's been drinking since he was ten. Of course, at that time he never drank enough to get drunk, but still.
"S-sure," Raivis said, managing a small smile. He looked back down at the vodka. Well, if there was a legit time to down it, it would be now. He grabbed the glass – holding a bit too tightly – and downed it entirely.
Maybe that wasn't such a good idea. First of all, it burned like hell. Second, he couldn't go back now. Right when he downed the drink he really didn't want to have the contest anymore. Like, really didn't want to.
He coughed a few times and almost dropped the glass. Somehow, he managed to look over at Nils and smile. "B-bet you t-twenty bucks I-I'll win." Oh god, he was just digging himself a very deep hole.