To be frank, the party was boring him.<br/><br/>At 23, Kurt had pretty much been to every kind of party one could think of; house parties, street parties, even some slightly weirder parties. And, suddenly, he realised, leant against the wall nearest to the booze table, this wasn't as entertaining as it used to be. From time to time, a girl would smile at him and he'd grin, lopsidedly back, but little more interesting seemed to be occurring over than that. He wasn't bad looking, in an unclean, urban kind of sense - he stood at about 6'1, slim, but not quite lanky, a mop of messy, unkempt caramel hair, rugged stubble and a small handful piercings  - so the cheery smiles did keep landing his way, but hovering along the outsides of the party, it seemed he wasn't handsome enough to warrant anyone actively making an effort to talk to. Particularly not with the alarming number of muscular, stoic looking men wandering around this party. An uneasily familiar breeze of discomfort struck Kurt, then, and a peculiar anger bubbled in his chest; he was fed up. Everyone here was boring him.<br/><br/>After finishing what was left of his drink, he slammed the cup down and made to dizzily march out of the party, daring to slam shoulders with one man who didn't bother to get out of his way.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>It was getting late, Luther noted as he glanced vacantly up at the sky, and his brother still wasn't home. How typical. With an angry tone to his stroll, Luther made his way to the nearby store to grab some stuff for the flat - food seemed to be almost as sparse as money with Kurt around the place. The store was small and uncomfortably cold, (evidently, despite the time, they hadn't got round to shutting down the air-con, yet), and Luther grabbed a basket. There weren't many people in the shop, so at least that was something. Catching a glimpse of himself in the silver shelves as he passed, Luther let out an audible sigh; he was relatively muscular and slightly taller even than his brother, with bright blond hair and vivid blue eyes, but he was nothing special, not in his opinion. Beyond that, right now, he looked worn and tired and honestly, it was a little embarrassing. He was 31, no girlfriend, no house of his own, no promotion or even prospects of one in<span style="font-style: italic">God knows</span>how long - there was nothing going on his life, except the<span style="font-style: italic"> fucking</span>brother who seemed to have dominated his entire life somewhere along the way.<br/><br/>Suddenly, panic struck Luther has he heard crashing towards the front of the store. Racing to inspect, he saw a handful of men bursting into the shop, throwing aisles to the ground as they threaten the shop-keeper and all the surrounding customers.