#thread: torsten 02

Lachlan looked down the bar, about to order his second drink for the evening when he saw a familiar face. Instead he ordered another drink for Tor and himself, watching the young man get his drink as the bartender gestured that Lachlan had bought it for him. He offered a small smile and a nod for him to join him. “Tor, you hardly look in the Christmas spirit. Where’s that hundred watt smile?”