Who: Hunter Tristan & Delilah Waller What: Bumping into each other When: Monday night. Where: First club Hunter semi-drunkenly stumbled into. Rating: R just to be safe. Status: In Progress
He had a rather important meet on Thursday, and so his coach had been running the team ragged. Especially Hunter, which Hunter understood and even admired. It didn't make his body any less sore for it, though. So he had gone out, figuring he'd loosen up his way. Leaving his team mates groaning with heat pads on sore muscles he'd slipped out, and walked to the nearest bar. No use in driving when he was planning on drinking and drinking quite a bit.
He had started at the bar, and somehow ended up at a club he didn't even know the name of. He was already pleasantly buzzed, body warm and mood high, a smirk he seemed to be born with plastered on his face as he waded through the crowd of grinding, pulsating bodies, holding tightly onto a cup of beer. His eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a perfect way to "loosen" up his sore muscles and relax the night away.