He could go home at this point, but his glass is still half full (which it has been since he poured half of the contents into a poor, unassuming potted plant) and... well, it's not like he has anywhere to be, here.
So he wanders over to the bar after a while, just to lean against it and watch the crowd. He's slightly buzzed - bloody drunk Nils would have said and laughed, and Thorvald would have sworn at him again and told him that he should never have gone to London - but that just happens in places like this. He doesn't mind. It's the only upside, almost. He's never been much of a party person - as a child and teenager he had sometimes hidden away from them, driving his parents crazy - and still isn't, so he almost naturally is drawn to the person who looks about as psyched to be here as he generally feels.
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So he wanders over to the bar after a while, just to lean against it and watch the crowd. He's slightly buzzed - bloody drunk Nils would have said and laughed, and Thorvald would have sworn at him again and told him that he should never have gone to London - but that just happens in places like this. He doesn't mind. It's the only upside, almost. He's never been much of a party person - as a child and teenager he had sometimes hidden away from them, driving his parents crazy - and still isn't, so he almost naturally is drawn to the person who looks about as psyched to be here as he generally feels.
"Are you not enjoying the music?"