At Pravada Night Club in Downtown Wilmington with @stevenlancaster
Samuel was no stranger to Wilmington’s night life. He’d been sneaking into the bars here since before he was 18. Nowadays he liked to hang out at home to drink. He didn’t run the risk of bumping into one of his students that way, although there were a few people who could still talk him into coming out. Namely, his older brother; Steven. Even if he didn’t want to do it, Sam knew he’d do anything Steven asked. They were close since the boys were young. In many ways Sam didn’t quite know how to put into words, he looked up to his brother. The way Steven had always stepped up to take care of their family was admirable. Sam didn’t think he had in it him.
“Bar. Chicks. Dance Floor.” Sam said close to Steve’s head, as they made their way into Pravada. It was loud inside. Crowded, too. The music made the floor thrum, and everyone seemed to be moving with the sound. They were certainly in for a good time tonight. “What’dya said, bro?”