If Vars got into a playfight then Viktor would gladly join in, scrambling around on the floor with the Norwegian or throwing him over the bar top for fun. The problem with Viktor is that sometimes he didn't know when to stop and his band mates often had to step in. Joe grinning and necking down some more Jack before turning to Aarne, sliding an arm around the taller man's neck, shoving the neck of the bottle at him.
Viktor smirked and shook his head at Vars' words.
"I'm not a fucking idiot. Billy told me that the old man's been in space. Gilly told his older brother and then word got around. You'd better not mess with Major Tom."
The punk eyed up the ex-astronaut and knew going out into space took guts and balls. The man had both. Glancing up at Vars' impressive hair, Viktor smirked and took the vodka bottle and took a long glug or two, laughing as he wiped his mouth. How tough was the bassist?
"Want to arm wrestle with me, Spiky?"
Billy giggled as he then kissed Rik on the lips, almost passionately, pushing him back into a soft chair and sitting in his lap. The Brit was trashed and was wanting to nuzzle into that thick hair.
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Viktor smirked and shook his head at Vars' words.
"I'm not a fucking idiot. Billy told me that the old man's been in space. Gilly told his older brother and then word got around. You'd better not mess with Major Tom."
The punk eyed up the ex-astronaut and knew going out into space took guts and balls. The man had both. Glancing up at Vars' impressive hair, Viktor smirked and took the vodka bottle and took a long glug or two, laughing as he wiped his mouth. How tough was the bassist?
"Want to arm wrestle with me, Spiky?"
Billy giggled as he then kissed Rik on the lips, almost passionately, pushing him back into a soft chair and sitting in his lap. The Brit was trashed and was wanting to nuzzle into that thick hair.