Bombshell Blonde

“Da, sure.” Ivan replied with a raised brow. He had been resting in his room but a loud noise from the hallway had shocked him enough to go investigate. and what did he find? A young, blatantly drunk woman stumbling through the hall.

Sighing he placed a hand to his forehead, “тупой американец” 

Only glaring a little he pocketed is room key and walked out through his doorway, closing the door behind him. “It is not safe for drunk girl to be by self making so much noise.” He advised walking towards the elevator close by. “I will be helping you get to room, da?” he asked although it wasn’t really questionable. 

Looking this complete and utter stranger up and down, Lukas took a swig out of his own bayer. In all honesty, he had no idea what he was doing at a party, of all things, but well he was here. His crate of bayer was the only thing getting him through all of this…social interaction. Bah.

Originally, Lukas thought that this party was fucking boring but a competition, now that was something worth getting out of bed for. Oh boy, he could not wait to absolutely destroy this poor, naive girl. The look on her face after this would be priceless, well, at least it would be but he doubted he’d be able to see very clearly after all of this.

Fuck, he had quite a few to drink before the two of them were even. But still, even with the disadvantage of having to catch up in a short space of time, he was sure he could thrash her in this competition. Quickly trying to scull this drink, he shrugged. “You look young. I’d say twelve but you wouldn’t be here if you were.”

She was excited for this, even in the state she was in she was pumped. It wasn’t everyday that she got to have a drinking competition with someone, let a lone a complete stranger. Sometimes they were the best to have competitions with because you never knew what they were going to do or what they were like, at least in her mind she thought that. 

Looking this complete and utter stranger up and down, Lukas took a swig out of his own bayer. In all honesty, he had no idea what he was doing at a party, of all things, but well he was here. His crate of bayer was the only thing getting him through all of this…social interaction. Bah.

This girl had another thing coming if she really thought that she could out-drink Lukas. Lukas was a fucking amazing drinker, with a high-tolerance for all things alcoholic - actually, now that he thought about it, that was kind of a sad thing to be internally bragging about. Ah, well. 

Dragging over his crate, Lukas grabbed out a fresh bottle, swiftly popping open the cap and taking a few quick chugs. “Yes. I am. I’ve got years of drinking on a kid like you.”

She probably definitely has another thing coming but she doesn’t know that yet. Her own tolerance was decent, blame it on the fact she hasn’t drank in a few months. 

“Da, sure.” Ivan replied with a raised brow. He had been resting in his room but a loud noise from the hallway had shocked him enough to go investigate. and what did he find? A young, blatantly drunk woman stumbling through the hall.

Looking this complete and utter stranger up and down, Lukas took a swig out of his own bayer. In all honesty, he had no idea what he was doing at a party, of all things, but well he was here. His crate of bayer was the only thing getting him through all of this…social interaction. Bah.

Lukas himself was only on his third, and he’d arrived with an entire damn crate of the things. Whilst he hadn’t initially intended to drink the whole crate, if this girl was issuing him a challenge…by gods, he was going to drink the whole fucking thing. There was no way he was going to be showed up by anyone, especially not an American.

Sculling down what was left in the bottle and pulling out the next, he gave her the tiniest of smirks. “I’m on my fourth now, but I’ll catch up. And then surpass you.”

She was definitely issuing a challenge, and she was determined to win. She’s outdrank people before, granted it was against some friends who were lightweights but she’s done it before! 

Looking this complete and utter stranger up and down, Lukas took a swig out of his own bayer. In all honesty, he had no idea what he was doing at a party, of all things, but well he was here. His crate of bayer was the only thing getting him through all of this…social interaction. Bah.

I’ll be your day dream.

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