Vars was with the Angels, laughing at Viktor for setting himself on fire. Though, the punk, with his almost always leather gloved hands, did pat the fire out before it scorched the fool. It was still funny and he was down for joining in this sort of mayhem.

Ziggy takes his drink and giggles, leaning in to whisper to his lover. "I know. You licked it clean earlier." It's definitely a trashy flirt but everyone here is pretty drunk and in thier own little groups.

Aarne got up behind Rik, and grabbed him around the waist, tickling his low back which instantly had the Dane screaming. "Is he fucking you enough?"

Aarne let Rik go who was now flushed red from the question and the laughter. He looked at Joe approaching and started laughing. He knew exactly what was going to go on here and moved closer to Billy so he could avoid his drummer's chaos.

Aarne hopped up on the bar, feet swinging and leaned over to grab a bottle of Jack Daniel's. Ziggy had warned the bartender and management about the crazy and that he would cover whatever was needed. He didn't even try to stop the tall drummer as he unscrewed the lid.

"Whatever I want." The Fin told the bassist with a sassy shake of his head. "Not my fault you offered me all your booze."