You've been drinking like the world was gonna end
Luckily, Nate seemed into the idea. But as he expressed surprise at Adam taking him to some other guys house, an idea bloomed. "You're right. Why bother going all the way to the fucking farm when theres a ton of empty houses?" Adam looked behind himself to the row of buildings behind him, some of them clearly lived in and some of them dark and empty.
"I'm gonna take a wild guess and say you're not the kinda guy above fucking in an abandoned house." Adam assumed, then stood up and motioned for Nate to follow him, walking until he found a house far enough away from prying eyes that would make a fine stop for a fun hour. Stamping out his joint under his boot once it was done, he grinned and grabbed Nate's collar, pulling him through the door, which opened when he tried it.
Inside was an old, dark room. It was dusty and had a few cobwebs but Adam was pleasantly surprised overall by how not-awful it was. Solid windows meant a lack of mould, and light streaming through them actually made quite pretty patterns on the floor. An old couch sat an angle in the middle of the room, as if the last piece of furniture abandoned in a mass move.
Going to lay across it, making sure his shirt dangled off his body at just the right angle to show off his assets, he smirked up at Nate. "Well, I'm still wanting to be impressed."
Adam
It didn't.
