#nikolinathread005

this whole night was a terrible idea - but at least he had skates on for it. it was comforting, almost. sometimes being on the ice felt as close as he’d ever get to feeling like he was at home again. and when he was drunk like this, apparently this little trick worked even better. it had been his stupid idea - after the last time he failed to get nika onto the ice with him. he’d played a game of guilting her while they were slowly making their way towards blackout drunk, “come on, it’s my last night here! skate with me, just this once! it’ll be fun, and i probably won’t remember it in the morning.”