"Nor do I. Fuck do I. I'll fucking burn someone's ass if they piss about with any of my band mates. Nice knife. I've got my own one too."
He reached into the back of his jeans pocket and slapped down his own flick knife. It wasn't as old and worn as Vars' one was but it was still decent enough to cause damage. The Brit snorted in amusement and then shook his head, laughing softly. Was he about to give up? Of course not since he was winning. He could see and feel the bassist's arm begin to buckle, even if Vars didn't want to admit it.
"I was winning, mate. You want to pull my hair, you kinky fuck?"
That got a loud laugh out of the Brit who pocketed his knife once more and then stood up, grabbing the bassist by his shoulders and pulling him over the table, slamming him down with his back against the wood as Viktor jumped up and performed a wrestling move, landing with his full body on top of Vars. Of course there was an almighty crack as the table gave way and snapped almost in two, with bits flying everywhere. Laughing, Viktor straddled Vars' waist and got the Norwegian into a headlock, or was trying to.
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Date: 2021-04-15 08:37 pm (UTC)He reached into the back of his jeans pocket and slapped down his own flick knife. It wasn't as old and worn as Vars' one was but it was still decent enough to cause damage. The Brit snorted in amusement and then shook his head, laughing softly. Was he about to give up? Of course not since he was winning. He could see and feel the bassist's arm begin to buckle, even if Vars didn't want to admit it.
"I was winning, mate. You want to pull my hair, you kinky fuck?"
That got a loud laugh out of the Brit who pocketed his knife once more and then stood up, grabbing the bassist by his shoulders and pulling him over the table, slamming him down with his back against the wood as Viktor jumped up and performed a wrestling move, landing with his full body on top of Vars. Of course there was an almighty crack as the table gave way and snapped almost in two, with bits flying everywhere. Laughing, Viktor straddled Vars' waist and got the Norwegian into a headlock, or was trying to.
"You like it rough, you Norwegian hedgehog?"
This was foreplay. Sort of.