"Is that what you call this? Sitting on pretty boy on floor?"

Viktor just laughed and slid his hand up Var's chest to then slap at the Norwegian's face lightly, just as a test. He rarely slapped since that was for girls and punching was more manly, yet he couldn't resist. The Brit wanted to test the bassist to see what he liked and what pushed him too far. He was fucking heavy though. Not that it bothered Viktor since the weight felt nice.

"Oh yeah? Are you telling me you've got a big cock, mate? Prove it."

Was Viktor egging Vars on? Maybe. That, or he wanted to see the man's cock for himself so he could measure it against his own. Lots of blokes did that especially masculine punk ones. Another growl and Viktor aimed a bit to Var's shoulder, hoping for his teeth to make a mark even through the fabric.

"Fine. Let's go, spiky. There are too many fucking voyeurs here anyway. Stardust's old man and his posh table up there."

His eyes glancing towards where Tom, Aletayria, Weird and Gloria were sat.