with nicolas rivers ( @rcknic ) at grind
for once, they're not going to the gym to work out: they've already accomplished their daily run that morning, and while rohan could always just go again, there's something else on his mind that's more important than his gains... which is the fact that there's this hot underground rave he keeps hearing about featuring some dj from hungary — really mysterious, really eclectic — that just so happens to be tonight. everything about it was just so rohan's shit, so of course he's gonna go. and since sharing is caring, their feet leads them to the gym, if only because rohan thinks nicolas might actually kill them if they even unintentionally gatekept this. ❛ hey, hey! ❜ he greets as he bursts through the door of the owner's office. ❛ clear your plans for tonight, ❜ they immediately follow up, making themselves comfortable in the space. ❛ and please tell me you've got something else other than the gym clothes i constantly see you wear, because we're gonna be going to a rave and the vibe there's gonna be more like better-than-you berghain chic rather than overworked texan gym rat. ❜ not that, of course, there's anything wrong with being an overworked texan gym rat: rohan, after all, very much is one himself.
the way his day had been quiet and peaceful so far almost felt strange to nicolas. like he'd been waiting for something to happen at any second. of course that might've just been his internal anxiety that he was doing things wrong but his mind changed quickly when his door was opened with a loud noise, he nearly jumped off his chair, hand resting over his heart dramatically as he recovered his breath. "first of all, do you want to see me dead?" dropping a laugh, his body took a second to rest back in the chair, watching as rohan made himself comfortable in his office, glad that the other felt at easy enough to be himself and take over the space if he wanted to. his face scrunched with the subtle attack on his outfit choices, it was truth that he often chose to wear gym clothes everywhere - it was just way too comfy. "where the fuck do you hear about these events? i need to go out more. do you even know anything about it or do we just go and risk our lives?" he questioned, already reaching for his phone to see if he had anything scheduled for the rest of the day. things were clear. "i'll ignore what you said about my gym clothes, not everyone can pull off colorful silk shirts." he chuckled. "what do people usually wear for this?"
