"Alright, don't be nervous. They can seem intimidating but they don't bite."
Charles opened the door for Slaughterhouse. It revealed what seemed like a grand recreational room.
It was full of arcade machines, a pool table, a hot tub and a regular table maybe to eat at.
"Hey guys, this is, Slaughterhouse."
The five waved. Izak was confident in the front, Sexton and Ludvig had taken either side from him and Vera and Mason were covered up by them.
"Oh hey." Grumbled Nathan.
"Why don't you join us? We're playing scrabble!" Invited Pickles in his thick Wisconsin accent. He was sitting, but had stood and was beaming and delighted to meet them.
"If you don't mind!" Replied Izak, sauntering over. Ludvig and Sexton had dispersed to sit on the floor with pickles, leaving Mason to stand awkwardly in the corner, and Vera to wave nervously at dethklok.
"Oh! And who is this?" Smiled Swisgaar, walking over to the teenage Swede.
"That's our lead guitarist, Vera." Answered Izak. She immediately caught the entire band's attention.
"We didn't see you!"
"Oh, you're so pretty like a little porcelain doll!"
"I bet you're really good."
"Tack du." She muttered
"Valkommen." Replied swisgaar, smiling ear to ear.
"Aww look they found something in common, isn't that cute, um..." Pickles stopped to look at his new friend.
"Izak." The singer responded.
"Ahh."
An hour had passed and the two bands had already split up into clicks. Mason, Sexton and Murderface was one, Nathan, Pickles, Ludvig and Izak was the second, and Vera, Swisgaar and Toki had formed a Scandinavian club. Almost. (Without Izak and Ludvig that is.)
"Y'know it's been awhile since I've actually heard Swisgaar speak Swedish." Stated the red haired drummer, putting down an uno card.
"That's true." Verified Nathan, drawing two cards. "Fuck you, pickles."
"Well me and Vera speak Swedish all the time. Especially cause she hates English." Replied Izak, repeatedly drawing from the deck until he finally reached a blue card.
"Oh, why's that?" Asked Pickles.
"She's all mad cause she didn't want to leave her parents in Sweden." Cut in Ludvig, adding a block card to the deck.
"Yeah, for four years." Mumbled Izak.
"Konstig, Jag skulle alskär till lämna." Replied skwisgaar.
Weird, I would love to leave.
"Ja, men jag är hemlägtan." Sighed Vera, twisting the strings on her hoodies.
Yes, but I am homesick.
"Du vilja spela gatarr?"
You want to play guitar?
Swisgaar changed the subject, noting Tokis sighing. Norwegian was similar to their language, yet very different.
Vera nodded.
"Let's go then."
