The young drummer smiled at the pat as he drank his drink. The rough accent was hard to understand but he could make out what Vars was saying. So many drunken Scandinavians in one room! Laughing softly, Zack nodded to the bassist's question.
"Yeah. He just likes doing it to show off mainly. He is skilled with fire though. I once saw him throw a molotov through a cop shop window and it set fire to the office inside. This was from another building across the street."
It seemed the Angel's loved their band leader's pyromania. He was glad Vars was offering him drinks because now Viktor was coming over to their table, laughing and drunk. He ruffled Var's hair playfully then grabbed onto Zack's arm, pulling him towards the bar. The young drummer giggling but going with the flow. What harm could it do?
"Everyone, get Zack a drink. I think he's still fucking sober!"
Joe smirking as he threw a bottle of Jack towards Viktor from across the bar. Lucky it didn't smash or hit anyone, as Viktor caught it and then uncorked the bottle, swigging some himself before thrusting it into Zack's hands. The boy looked unsure but drank some anyway.
Then loud giggling from above in the pool as it sounded like someone was having their naked ass slapped. Well, that last five seconds. Mick just smirking as he kissed Ziggy's lips.
"Another drink or five? Alright, love. I'll be back soon."
Mick left to walk towards the bar, meeting Joe and bumping shoulders with the tall bloke. Fuck, he was tall. Over 6" and that hair. Bloody crazy. Joe winked at Mick and pressed a kiss to his cheek before moving to talk to Billy. The blond froze and blushed. He wasn't used to the affection. Shrugging, he ordered Ziggy five "Cock Suckers" and brought them back to their table without dropping any. His long fingers and large hands helping with it.
Joe, now with Billy, whispered something to his band mate in his ear. The guitarist laughed and then informed Rik on the prank before grabbing some ice from the bucket and loading both hands up with it as he sneaked behind Viktor. Winking to Rik, he then pulled the singer's pants open and emptied his icy load into the punk's pants. Viktor screamed loudly.
"Fuck!---What the fuck! Who did this! Ahhhh!---cold---shit--"
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"Yeah. He just likes doing it to show off mainly. He is skilled with fire though. I once saw him throw a molotov through a cop shop window and it set fire to the office inside. This was from another building across the street."
It seemed the Angel's loved their band leader's pyromania. He was glad Vars was offering him drinks because now Viktor was coming over to their table, laughing and drunk. He ruffled Var's hair playfully then grabbed onto Zack's arm, pulling him towards the bar. The young drummer giggling but going with the flow. What harm could it do?
"Everyone, get Zack a drink. I think he's still fucking sober!"
Joe smirking as he threw a bottle of Jack towards Viktor from across the bar. Lucky it didn't smash or hit anyone, as Viktor caught it and then uncorked the bottle, swigging some himself before thrusting it into Zack's hands. The boy looked unsure but drank some anyway.
Then loud giggling from above in the pool as it sounded like someone was having their naked ass slapped. Well, that last five seconds. Mick just smirking as he kissed Ziggy's lips.
"Another drink or five? Alright, love. I'll be back soon."
Mick left to walk towards the bar, meeting Joe and bumping shoulders with the tall bloke. Fuck, he was tall. Over 6" and that hair. Bloody crazy. Joe winked at Mick and pressed a kiss to his cheek before moving to talk to Billy. The blond froze and blushed. He wasn't used to the affection. Shrugging, he ordered Ziggy five "Cock Suckers" and brought them back to their table without dropping any. His long fingers and large hands helping with it.
Joe, now with Billy, whispered something to his band mate in his ear. The guitarist laughed and then informed Rik on the prank before grabbing some ice from the bucket and loading both hands up with it as he sneaked behind Viktor. Winking to Rik, he then pulled the singer's pants open and emptied his icy load into the punk's pants. Viktor screamed loudly.
"Fuck!---What the fuck! Who did this! Ahhhh!---cold---shit--"
Billy hid behind a seat and stayed quiet.