Who: Dante Kessler / Eric Northman
What: Memories Plot
Where: At home, The Loft That Looks Like An IKEA Showroom At A Yet To Be Decided Location.
Things to avoid: N/A
He can't hear himself think as he cuts through the crowd in the nightclub and everyone is Moving Like Jagger. By now he should have gotten used to the noise and drunk people trying to flatten him between their sweaty bodies. But he's 40 this year, which is more than 20 years too old enjoy clubbing.
Forty. Jesus Christ. He finally makes it out to the flight of stairs at the back and sighs as he heads upstairs. He unlocks the door to his loft and slides the heavy metal door open and shut behind him. Tossing the keys onto the kitchen counter, he pours himself a glass of whiskey to accompany his existential crisis.
Cigarettes have never helped when it feels like the world is tilting at a dangerous angle, but the whiskey isn't sliding off the counter so he knows it's all in his head. He sits down on one of the tall stools at the counter and closes his eyes, smoking and drinking as he waits for it to pass.
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