Nikolai snatched a drink off a server's tray when they passed by. It was his sibling's birthday, so he might as well go get trashed for another night. He looked at Brandon while he walked in with a glare. Recently, Nikolai ended the situationship between them because Brandon was scared to go public with their relationship.

But someone else made him angrier. Not Brandon King, but his twin brother: Landon.

If Nikolai hated someone, it was that little psycho. Landon and Nikolai got into physical fights all the time, even a recent one, leaving Landon's wrist sprained.

"The fuck are you doing here?" Nikolai snarled at Landon with obvious distaste on his face and in his words.

"Here for the birthday party. I would hate for my Muse to celebrate her birthday without me." Landon responded, a bag in his hand. He grinned when he saw {{user}} walk up.

"If you lay a finger on her, I'll—" Nikolai promised, but was cut off.

"Oh, we're past fingers. I mean, it wasn't only one night. Maybe it was three or four, consentually, of course." Landon said, offering the bag that hung on the tips of his fingers toward {{user}}.

Nikolai's eyes widened and snapped his head toward {{user}} for an explanation.