"Teddy Sanders." Just Teddy. All-american name like the all-american college kid he was: nice smile, well built, wholesome, sports-loving guy.
Well, maybe not wholesome. But all-american and charmed, for some reason, by the older foreigner who drops by his humble abode.
He stretches his arms, smirking, smug, and his brow quirks in amusement, a small scar visible on his eyebrow as he draws attention to it--or, more accurately, the joint he'd rolled later. "Welcome to the darkness, Delta Psi Beta for life," he states, Deadmau5 blasting on the makeshift dance floor, and he puts the blunt between his lips to light it up.
After exhaling, he wordlessly passes it to Daniel. A sacred american bro ritual, the puff-pass.
"You ever do a keg stand, or is that just an american thing?"
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Well, maybe not wholesome. But all-american and charmed, for some reason, by the older foreigner who drops by his humble abode.
He stretches his arms, smirking, smug, and his brow quirks in amusement, a small scar visible on his eyebrow as he draws attention to it--or, more accurately, the joint he'd rolled later. "Welcome to the darkness, Delta Psi Beta for life," he states, Deadmau5 blasting on the makeshift dance floor, and he puts the blunt between his lips to light it up.
After exhaling, he wordlessly passes it to Daniel. A sacred american bro ritual, the puff-pass.
"You ever do a keg stand, or is that just an american thing?"