Zack nodded and looked up at the Dane's impressive hairdo. It really was quite wild and there wasn't an ounce of hairspray on it at all. Amazing. Drinking some whiskey out of the bottle Viktor gave him, he coughed and spluttered a bit, not used to drinking straight liquor. He wiped his mouth then blushed. Then, more ice came Viktor's way in the form of the Fin throwing it at him.

Viktor then felt Vars shove him. The punk pulled his pants back up and shoved Vars back, smirking, offering up the finger and grabbing Zack's bottle of whiskey and downing more.

"What's that, you cock licker? I didn't understand you. You just said you like sucking balls? Did you hear that everyone? Vars is a ball sucker!"

The punk shoved Vars once more and then laughed. He was too far gone to care what Vars said to him about not mooning someone's wife and mother. Fuck that. He was here to have fun! That cocky Norwegian could stick a cock up his ass. Billy frowned. He could sense Viktor starting to lose control so had to act. Glancing towards Joe, he nodded.

Joe leaping from across the bar and grabbing a cold towel, throwing it into Viktor's face.

"Calm down, you wanker. No fights tonight. We're here to drink, get smashed and fuck around."

He patted Vars on the shoulder and offered the Norwegian a smile, hoping he would understand his singer's ways.