Thorin never liked to party. Usually he hadn't had the time, and when he had there had been better things to do. Somehow, Dwalin, good of a friend as he was, had roped Thorin into coming to a club. It was celebrating something, but by now Thorin had forgotten what it was. According to Dwalin, it was even more crowded than usual. Considering the packs of others there, he didn't want to know what it was like on a normal night.
Dwalin had nudged him into trying to find someone. He knew his friend. He was a good man most of the time, but when he let himself loose he would leave a trail of broken hearts or broken vases. Really, breaking that woman's vase when she'd been so kind to invite him over was awful. Still, Thorin decided to try once. More than likely, it wouldn't work and he would be back to his home in no time. The person likely wouldn't be interested.
That only made meeting Bilbo Baggins even worse. He was feisty, with more than a few witty words to say, and he was certainly cute. He was tiny, but Thorin didn't mind. Their chat went from shared interests to Bilbo coming over to his place.
Thorin never judged Dwalin on his choices. There was no use trying. Thorin considered himself good too, but he had his own faults as well. If he wanted to sustain himself on one night stands, then so be it.
But Thorin texted Bilbo the next day for a date, and at a calmer place. It turned out that someone else had pressured Bilbo to going to the club as well. No, they were just going to get coffee this time.