your parents went on a trip for a few days, which meant your brother Georg was forced to take you with him to a club tonight, since they don't trust you enough to stay on your own.

"ah, you're not drinking?" Tom asked with a small teasing smile as he sat on the black couch next to you, the rest of the band - Bill, Georg and Gustav were somewhere on the crowded dance floor. "well, i'm... quite young." you answered softly as he took a sip of his drink, a few tattoos on his hands were visible.