@deathbrnger
Okay, so it’s a weekend night, it’s 3.30 in the morning and Thaniel is drunk off his ass, which isn’t usually a recipe for anything good. He’s reaching that point where he’s getting antsy and the only way to calm his male urges is with one of two things: sex or fighting. Or both. Whichever came first. As the titan he is, he towers over virtually everyone in the cramped club he’s hanging out in, an empty glass of beer in hand cigarette between his lips while maneuvering his way around the dancing crowd and toward the bar for a refill. It’s hot in there, his white t-shirt sticking to his shirt from the sweat, but he’s grinning like a moron. In his opinion, he is living life. If only he could now find an outlet so he can go home and sleep it all off.
