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Super-Earth
- Joined
- Aug 23, 2014
- Location
- Oregon
Trent groaned as he looked at the power box, closing it and pulling the lantern away with him. Running a hand through his dark hair he left the basement, heading back upstairs. He and his twin had planned this trip months ago, thinking it would be perfect chance for them to pick people up. But right now that didn't seem like it was going to be an option. Not with them snowed in at least. Groaning again he set the lantern down on the counter. He had hoped to get laid tonight but no.
Now he just had to tell his brother. He couldn't get the power to work so it seemed like tonight was a night to stay in. Opening the drawers he shifted through them until he found a key. If they were going to be stuck they might as well light a fire and drink. Unlocking the liquor cabinet he pulled out a few different bottles before grabbing the lantern and heading back to the main room. "Oi! Power isn't coming back on. The breaker is fried," Trent said as he sat down next to his twin.
Leaning back he opened the bottle of whiskey. It was his favorite thing that their parents stocked in the cabin. Usually they didn't like them drinking but Trent still did, having some older friends who bought stuff for him if he paid for it. That was the perk of having older friends. And having a twin because almost everybody wanted to be friends with twins. Trent liked it, liked being a twin because he did adore his brother and he did meet a lot of jot chicks because of him being a twin.
"Want to light the fireplace and we'll drink our boredom?" he asked. Not that Trent needed permission to drink, he was just going to do so. Greyish eyes looked over at his brother, grinning a little. "We can play some drinking games," he suggested. Faster he got drunk the better because then he wouldn't have to think about not getting laid tonight.
Now he just had to tell his brother. He couldn't get the power to work so it seemed like tonight was a night to stay in. Opening the drawers he shifted through them until he found a key. If they were going to be stuck they might as well light a fire and drink. Unlocking the liquor cabinet he pulled out a few different bottles before grabbing the lantern and heading back to the main room. "Oi! Power isn't coming back on. The breaker is fried," Trent said as he sat down next to his twin.
Leaning back he opened the bottle of whiskey. It was his favorite thing that their parents stocked in the cabin. Usually they didn't like them drinking but Trent still did, having some older friends who bought stuff for him if he paid for it. That was the perk of having older friends. And having a twin because almost everybody wanted to be friends with twins. Trent liked it, liked being a twin because he did adore his brother and he did meet a lot of jot chicks because of him being a twin.
"Want to light the fireplace and we'll drink our boredom?" he asked. Not that Trent needed permission to drink, he was just going to do so. Greyish eyes looked over at his brother, grinning a little. "We can play some drinking games," he suggested. Faster he got drunk the better because then he wouldn't have to think about not getting laid tonight.