Beer talking

The whole room smelt like alcohol, sweaty people and cheap junk food. Lovely. Sindre grimaced as he watched the other people, who lived in his dorm, get completely pissed, stoned and god knows what else. No, parties were not his thing. But, it was Christmas and he had no money to fly back home to his family in Norway, much like all the other exchange students. Which was why they had all gathered for a 'proper party', as Gilbert had insisted when he had invited everybody through the P.A. The Norwegian shook his head when he remembered that day. All of Gilbert's friends had started to cheer in the lecture and the poor professor, a young woman from Ukraine, had started to cry. Not that that was anything new. Sindre thought she might just be a very emotional person.

He sighed and took another sip from his drink. Someone he didn't know had pushed a beer into his hands. Not that Sindre complained, he liked the drink, and if it was free… Who was he to complain. A slight smile spread to his face when Elizabeta hit the host with her pan. For some reason, the Hungarian thought that a frying pan was one of the most convenient weapons to use. Oh well, the quiet blond thought while shrugging, at least this way Gilbert stays calm.

To be honest, the slender male would have preferred to stay in his own dorm and just read a book, perhaps even study. But his roommate Daan had bribed him with Danish butter cookies, and the one's the Dutchman brought, were the best Sindre had ever tasted. So, he went along, only to lose his roommate the second they entered.

"Hey gorgeous, mind if I sit next to you?", a loud voice asked, and the owner promptly sat down next to Sindre without waiting for a response. "Ahh, parties with free drinks are the best, don't you think?", the man said, smiling at the other and sticking out his hand. "My name's Lasse. You new around here?" The smaller one shook his head and took Lasse's hand.

"Sindre. No, I normally don't go to parties. A bit too much noise."

"Oh. What made you change your mind?"

"Danish butter cookies. Daan bribed me", the Norwegian explained, glad that the other didn't insist on flirting more. He couldn't have been more wrong.

"Ah, so you're the guy who's addicted to those things. Thanks for the compliment, I bake them myself. And if they're good enough to get you out of your room, then you must really love them. Daan already told me how much you enjoy being on your own. Assuming that you are his roommate."

The silent male next to him nodded, and Lasse smiled widely again.

"Nice to meet ya, then." Again, a curt not from Sindre. "You don't talk much, do you", the loud male commented, patting the other's shoulder, only to have his hand swatted away.

"You just talk too much", he said coolly, glancing at Lasse. Only now did the Norwegian notice how handsome the obnoxious male was. He had little freckles spread out over the bridge of his nose and just underneath his eyes. And those eyes… They were blue like the fjords and the sea back at home, like the northern lights that he missed so much here in the loud and light polluted states. Because he was so captured by Lasse's eyes, he almost didn't notice the girl that walked into the room.

Oh shit, he thought when he managed to tear his gaze away from Lasse, who was still rambling about something. Of all the people that could walk in here, of all the many, many people that lived on this earth, Alice had to be the one that visited this party. The gods didn't seem to favour Sindre that night. The British girl spotted her ex soon, and she started to make her way to the Norwegian and the Dane on the couch, a smug smile on her face. Truth was, Sindre and she hadn't parted in a very good way. They broke up because they were very competitive, still were. On the rare occasions the two met, they still held little contests and compared each other to themselves, hoping to be the better one.

At a loss what to do and not in the mood to talk to the blonde, he looked back at Lasse, who had just finished a sentence and was now smiling brightly at him. The blue in his eyes seemed deeper than before and Sindre felt the need to dive into them, swim in them until he was too tired and would drown. The loud idiot was lucky he was handsome, that made him a little more favourable, the Norwegian mused, until an idea popped up into his head. Without thinking any further about it, he closed the gap between him and Lasse and gently pressed his lips to the Dane's, drawing a surprised soft yelp from the larger male. The spikey blond wanted to move away, but he felt the other's slender arms move around his neck and he just gave up. The kiss wasn't that bad, it was really nice, to be truthful. Sindre was pretty, and if Lasse didn't have to get him 25 drinks for a kiss, he would be the last one to complain.

When they finally broke apart, the Norwegian's pale cheeks had turned a little pink and Lasse couldn't remember if they had been before or if the other was indeed blushing.

"So… What was that for?", he inquired a few moments later, noticing that the man who had just kissed him was not going to talk. The Dane was right, because Sindre walked away instead of giving him an answer, and for a moment, he just stared at the lithe male, flabbergasted. He also noticed that he loved watching the man walk away, because he looked very good from behind as well.

Unfortunately for the Norwegian, Lasse was not going to give up that soon. With a swift move, he got up from the sofa and trailed behind his offender, finally catching up to him in the doorway to the balcony.

"Hey, I kind of want to kno-" Loud cheers interrupted him and the two males looked confused at the other guests. For a moment, Sindre looked around, trying to find out what they thought was so funny, until Lasse nudged him and pointed above their heads with a wide grin. A mistletoe. Tonight couldn't get worse, could it?

"Well, it seems we have to kiss again", Lasse said, winking at the smaller male in front of him. "Not that I mind."

Sindre frowned, but then leaned in another peck on the lips. Then he walked out, shortly followed by the Dane.

"So, you're not going to tell me what's going on and why you kissed me?"

"We were standing under the mistletoe?" The Dane rolled his eyes, but then laughed.

"You're a funny guy, Sindre."

"If I tell you, will you leave me alone?"

"Maybe. Depends on your story. Also, you're cute, so I can't make any promises." The Norwegian was blinded by the Dane's flashy smile again.

"Well…" The slender male felt very embarrassed now, his reason wasn't that great after all. "My ex walked in. And we kind of have a strange relationship now and I just didn't want to talk to her."

"Oh." Disappointment spread over Lasse's face and Sindre felt bad. If someone had done that to him, he probably would have been angry. It made no sense now, looking back. He wanted to apologise to the man standing there, shoulders hanging and eyes not sparkling anymore. But before the Norwegian could even open his mouth, Lasse had his open and talking again. "So… If I'd ask you out on a date, you'd say no? Oh, what am I saying, you're probably not even into men, why am I-" For the third time that night, his lips were sealed by Sindre's.

"I'd say yes. Assuming that you are asking me out." Yeah, his behaviour was definitely not right tonight. Probably the beer talking. But boy, was he glad that Daan had dragged him out this night.

Prompt for this one was mistletoe, and only after I wrote the kiss, I remembered that, so I quickly had to add that. Which is why the whole thing makes no sense and is horrible. Sorry..

~Hana