Aarne laughed and pulled the Brit along before wrapping his mouth over the tipped bottle. Thought hat doesn't last long. Soon he's shoving it away. Hand grabbing Joe's ass, the drummer yanks him in for another kiss.

"Your ass to lose." Vars isn't shy and pulls his jacket off. He's built from playing and working on cars and motorcycles in his off time. He does have a large scar down his arm from a knife and several others, though they are much smaller. Vars set his elbow too, ready to thrash the Brit singer.

Rik looked up at Billy, eyes hazy and hungry. "Yes."

Pulling him back in, Rik's hand slips out of his coat and down suggestively between his thighs. The Dane is getting interested in a lot more than touching.