Ronan didn't exactly know how he got here. The music was deafeningly loud with the bass.

Ronan had won another fight earlier, his bones ached, and he definitely had a few bruises forming. He was honestly expecting to have a quiet night soothing his weary head with a cold shower and fixing up his rather bashed knuckles. Perhaps even some expensive liqour to ease his mind. Instead, his best friend had dragged him out. Nico had told him that it would be good for him, get him to socialise rather than be stuck in that home of his alone and not sharing his thoughts.

Nico had thoughtfully dressed the boxer up in a nice black shirt that was rolled up to his elbows and the top buttons undone, and a rather tight pair of dark jeans that practically hugged his buttocks in a way he wasn't used to. Nico was dressed similarly with a bit more jewellery and style, clearly comfortable with what he was wearing.

Ronan was snapped from his silent annoyance but gratefulness by Nico, who returned with a small glass of vodka-raspberry. The supposed classic at this club. It was clear that Nico frequented. Nico handed him the cold glass and stood beside Ronan. Another thing they both liked, people-watching.

"Honestly, you need to come out more." Nico said, chewing on some ice and glancing at his best friend with a smug little smirk. Knowing that he was right. He knew clubs weren't Ronan's thing, but they were always so fun. From dancing with girls to meeting the most random people.

"Do I?" Ronan replied, dry and staring at the too-sweet drink. Trying to deny the fact that it all together wasn't too bad.