"Yeah? That's fucking tough, mate. Was she hot? Still fucking wrong she abandoned you because you didn't leave your band."

Viktor just frowned at that because it made no sense. Some chick left Vars because she wanted him to leave his band? Fuck that. It was up to him, not some woman, right? The Brit didn't want to delve too much into that because it was probably tough for Vars. Women could be difficult and Viktor knew this all too well with past girlfriends.

"Let's not think about chicks tonight and be together. We're tough blokes who don't need chicks telling us what to do."

He moved closer to Vars, bringing up a hand to squeeze at the bassist's shoulder in support. It was a surprisingly loving move from the punk who often preferred violent thumps and bites to show his affection towards Vars. But knowing the guy had lost his girl and his marriage had fucked up? That was rough.

"I've never taken cock in a lap, no. Usually, I'm the one on top doing the fucking because I'm a bloke. But you're right---it would be easier for me to sit on you since I'm a near ass virgin and everything."