Vars noticed the younger man sitting alone and went to the bar. Then he came over sitting down beside the drummer, handing him a Guinness and dropping a shot of irish whiskey into it. "Cheers boy."

The punk was drinking whiskey himself but he noticed the younger man had a beer. This was a good option to help him loosen up.

Ziggy downed about half the drink at once, laughing happily at the nuzzling and the way he's pulled in. "In public?" He asked curiously.

Rik sipped his drink, grinning at the question and about to answer when Aarne poked at his shoulder. The Dane turned but leaned back into Billy while the crazy Fin spoke to him. "Du skal lægge is i hans trusser."

Rik started laughing immediately and handed his drink to Billy to hold. The Dane slid over the bar. Grabbing a glass he dipped some ice out of the bin and glanced at the tender who covered his mouth so he didn't laugh. Rik got low and moved behind the bar before popping up, grabbing the back of Hunter's trousers and dumping the ice in.

Aarne let out such a loud laugh once the deed was done. That little tug at his waist didn't go unnoticed. Leaning in he pressed a kiss right below Joe's ear then leaned his head on the bassist's shoulder to lean back and tip up his bottle for a long drink.