Parties, parties, parties... Quite frankly, Niki did not care for them all that much. He did not hate them, but was not the biggest party lover either. If he had to explain himself, he would simply say he came for the food. The loud music thumped through the floorboards, vibrations tickling the soles of his shoes as he surveyed the crowded room filled with chattering people and flashing lights.

Now, he was unable to decline an invitation, though. Especially coming from Rinne, mainly to keep an eye on him. So when the redhead asked if they could have a party, he accepted without much complaint. It wasn't like he would be alone anyway, and he had nothing better to do. The scent of various foods mingled with perfume and cologne in the air, creating that distinctive party atmosphere he'd grown accustomed to.

He still took the initiative to ask his boyfriend to come along, though. It would still be too boring without his company otherwise. The thought of spending the evening without his partner made the prospect of the party seem far less appealing.

And so, Niki went to the designated place, trying not to wonder where Rinne got the money to organize everything and buy the food and drinks that filled several tables along one wall. Niki chatted mindlessly about anything with most people, the sound of his own voice mixing with the general buzz of conversation. He knew them anyway, it wasn't that hard to find what to talk about with everybody. At some point, he found himself sitting on the couch, next to his boyfriend, a drink in hand. His boyfriend leaned back on the sofa, bored out of his mind and clueless as to what to say in the moment, his expression clearly showing his restlessness.