Zack starts laughing when Viktor gets ice chucked into his pants by Billy. Of course this was bound to happen. The band members picking to prank their singer because they could. The young drummer now walking over to Rik, pouring the Dane some whiskey into his already near full glass. Just to be friendly and to meet some of the other Scandinavians. The Hammers were a nice bunch of guys.

"For you. Nice hair by the way. How do you get it big like that? Mine just goes curly when I brush it."

Viktor then bashed into Zack whilst pulling ice cubes out of his pants, throwing them at Joe and managing to hit Aarne with them too. Everyone was fair game. Even Mick felt one fly past the back of his head. Frowning, he suddenly had flashbacks and flinched. The whole bottle incident clear in his memory. Pushing out bad thoughts he sat next to Ziggy and slipped his arm around, nuzzling close. Fuck that blockhead.

The punk was now getting another bottle of whiskey, Jim Beam, and unscrewing the cap, downing half the contents before pulling out his lighter. He then flicked it open, belching with a mouth full of booze, creating a long thin fire stream. All the Angels laughed and Viktor slapped Joe on the back.

"Who wants to see some naked ass?"

Viktor was gone. He pulled down his pants and flashed his bare ass to all. Making sure he wiggled it towards the top table where Tom and Aletayria were sitting. Of course. Billy just rolled his eyes and then came from hiding to wrap his arms around his drunken Dane.

Poor Rik. He could barely stand.

"Are you ok, smukke?"