Vars could easily get into a fight that meant nothing but it seemed everyone else was out for fun rather than a fight. In general, he's easy going and rarely as crazy as his bandmates.

"Put on your ass by a fifty year old man pulling off your trousers, might?" Vars was laughing partially at the singer but mostly with him. "No. Knox and glue."

That was the punk secret that no one knew.. the spikes that never failed and were impervious to rain were gelatin and glue. It was a strange thing among them but it worked. He nods to the bottle and takes the first drink before sliding up on the stool beside the singer.

After the wolf whistle he just holds a middle finger up to Aarne before he even says anything which has the drummer laughing.

Rik is also lauhing from the tickle. Though the Dane is also trying to drink down the whiskey before spilling it. His eyes falling on Zack he hands him the glass, since now he has no drink. Viktor took the bottle away.

Once the tender is over he gives them menus and prepares to take drink orders. These were teh civilized among the mess here tonight.