"It'll be fun..." He muttered, slinging his arms over Deamion's shoulders, he hugged him from behind and sang in his ear. The taller rolling his eyes in his friend's general direction, grumbling when Andries ruffled his hair. It took him hours to get it right. Pushing the younger off of him, he struggled to rearrange it according to colours. He didn't bleach and dye everything to have messed up hair. Turning his back on the both of them, he considered fishing out his phone and using his camera as a mirror, but he wasn't that vain or at least he didn't want to appear that vain. Meanwhile, Andries continued to cling onto his back until the guy was done mumbling into his phone and finally addressed them.

 "Andries Resietch, at your service, excuse my irritable friend Deamion. He's having a hard day on his birthday. You better make it worth both out whiles. Show us both a good night out tonight and maybe you can be out sugar daddy." Andries broke out into a laughter, prompting Deamion to dish out his signature eye roll at his friend's casual attitude towards near every god damn thing. Walking, half piggy backing Andries, he followed the man to a big old brick building, that he at first mistook for a shophouse type of bar, until he realized that the whole building was the 'whole' bar. 

 "Geez, who has this much money?" He murmured to himself, wondering how many private rooms fit into those floors. It was like some sleazy motel, only fancier and filled with jiving rave music. It wasn't all too bad, he could get into it. Especially if it was VIP only, less people he had to shove past. Near too dazzled, he almost forgot to follow the guy-Blake inside. Tugging a giddy Andries, he kept close to him as the bouncer inspected them by the door.