ziggyplayedguitar | The Terror Tour

Rik was getting drunk in a hurry because he was a light weight when it came to booze and everyone around him was drinking so fast. He was going to trashed sooner rather than later at this rate. He gave Billy a kiss after a long drink.

"We should go tomorrow." Ziggy tells Hunter and glances at Jack who gives an eyebrow raise and small shrug of approval. "There are some nice places here to get just what you're looking for."

Rik listened to Billy and his eyes dropped to Aletayria's midsection. "She looks far along."

Aletayria turns to the voice and pauses, glancing at Tom. How was she going to explain the appearing and disappearing child due to her pouch. A brief moment of telepathy passes between husband and whfe before she smiles at Billy.

"A sister, any time soon." Her voice is higher than a human but the English is clear, like speaking to a soprano singer. "Thank you."

Rik is staring at just how tall she is, a little dumbfounded before smiling and his thoughts coming through the booze. "You're very beautiful."

He said it because he knew everyone was thinking it. Even Hunter seemed like he was and he usually only liked men. "Tom's lucky."

Rik added if only because he didn't want to seem like he was saying something he shouldn't. Ziggy rolled his eyes and laughed quietly. Everyone was aware of where the Dane's interests were; short, male and British.

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Rik was definitely a light weight compared to Billy who often drank far too much with his fellow band mates and ended up trashed and hungover in the morning. It was amusing watching the tall Dane become even more smashed by the second though as the Brit was plying him with booze. The kiss was welcome, as he pulled Rik in for a long one before letting go.

Hunter nodded as he addressed Ziggy and glanced towards Jack. Shopping in New York? Hell yes. Going out to find more glam clothing? It was the Swede's idea of a good day out. Perhaps the rest of the bands would go shopping for themselves? It could be fun.

"I'd love to come shopping with you, Ziggy. Jack? Will you also come? You have an excellent taste in hats and boots, darling."

Then, he felt Gilly pull on his arm. It seemed the tarty drummer wanted his attention once more.

Mick smirked at Gilly. So needy all the time. Pressing a kiss to Ziggy's cheek, the blond then walked over to Aletayria, offering her a nod and a smile. He knew all about her "pregnancy." Knowing it was little Zayda tucked away in the Anthean pouch. Of course she was made to look human so her alien heritage had to be kept a secret at all costs.

"It's good to see you again, Aletayria. Are you keeping well? Love the dress too."

He knew Hunter loved it more since the singer kept glancing towards it when Gilly wasn't snogging his face off. Every time Aletayria walked into a room, everyone stared. She was quite the presence.

Rik laughed and moaned into that kiss. Then he was ordering another drink. The Dane was too drunk to slow down now.

Ziggy nodded and now had plans for the morning. He gave Mick a kiss on the cheek. He's glad that, despite his possessiveness, Mick understands Ziggy has friends and that they will do things without him sometimes. He'd be sure to bring back something slinky to make the alone time worth it. There's no doubt Hunter and Jack enjoy lingerie shopping as much as he does.

Jack looks at Gilly and shakes his head. "Don't worry. I have my own man. You can keep yours... even if he has style."

Jack could see the tension and it was unnecessary. From the look of Hunter this would be three girls, more or less, going out shopping and nothing more.

Aletayria gave Mick a small hug. "Thank you. Jack picked it out for me."

Then Aarne is busting in on the conversation, quite literally because he's drunk and has a hard time stopping as he comes up beside Aletayria. These stupid heads all around not knowing how to treat a pregnant woman. Aarne had been there when his mother was pregnant with his sister, just before he left to find a band. So, he brought her a glass of juice. that was what his mother wanted. She had said it was good for the baby.

Smelling of booze and loud he offers it to her. "You should have a drink and sit."

He looks over at Tom and knows that is where she needs to go. Though Tom gives him a harsh look. They had a night a few days ago when the older man got a call about his being in the lobby of the hotel, mostly naked and screaming a song out at the top of his lungs.

"Thank you." Aletayria takes it in stride. The young man reminds her of Ziggy somewhat and it is enough to make her smile.

Billy was already on the way to the bar to order more fruity cocktails for his Dane so they could both get trashed. It seemed Rik was well on his way to that state anyway. As for the others? It seemed Aletayria was about to meet the rest of the band members.

Gilly held tightly onto Hunter's arm and this made the Swede smile fondly. Oh, you silly tart. He loves you not Jack. Offering Jack a friendly kiss on the cheek, Hunter then went to pick up a "Cock sucker" cocktail, passing it to his boyfriend. The Swede cocked his eyebrow up at Jack having a partner.

"Oh? What is he like? Now I'm curious, Sötnos."

Mick then felt someone brush past him reeking of booze. Bloody hell! The guitarist's eyes went wide when he spotted Joe, the bassist from Viktor's lot. He looked like a trashfire in the making for sure with his crazy black hair and excessive eyeliner. The bassist was also holding a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand, looking trashed.

"Aarne? Oh. Such a tall and beautiful lady indeed."

He noticed she was heavily pregnant so decided against sharing his bottle of bourbon with her. Joe was a trashfire but he was no fool and knew alcohol was a no for a pregnant lady. Nudging Aarne in the back, he waved the bottle in the drummer's face.

"Fancy a drink, sexy?"

"Maybe I can invite him out next time." Jack offers with a smile. This was definitely the kind of crowd Balthazar could appreciate.

Even Aarne gives Joe the side eye for being such a disaster in front of someone's mother. "Yeah! And Mr Jones will bloody your stupid ass to the ground if you don't get your shit on right."

Aarne had tangled with Ziggy's dad who was watching them closely. He knew better than go try that temper again. Aarne made sure Aletayria was to the table with Tom before he turned on the bassist. He took his bottle and chugged the remaining scotch. Gave him back the bottle, winked and then started for the bar and his own drink.

"Thanks babe." He called over his shoulder.

Hunter nodded and smiled. The more the merrier and the Swede did like meeting new people, especially those circulating around Ziggy and Jack's circle of friends. Glancing around it seemed that everyone was having fun in their groups. Weird and Gloria were sat up on a table talking to Tom. They were the sensible ones. Viktor and the Angels were doing fire shots and laughing when their singer's hair caught on fire, singing the ends.

Mick walked up to the bar still smirking at Joe and Aarne as he ordered two cocktails from the long list. He ordered himself a "Creamy Pussy" which was peach flavoured and a "Dirty Cunt" for Ziggy. Walking back he passed Ziggy his drink with a coy glance.

"It's called a "Dirty Cunt." But I know you've got a nice clean one. Mines called a "Dirty Pussy." He licked around the edge of the glass flirting slightly with his Anthean.

Joe began laughing as Aarne downed his whole bottle in one. Of course. He should have known. Fuck this. He walked up to the bar plonking the empty bottle down and slinging an arm around the drummer.

"What are you ordering, princess? Want to top me up?"

Vars was with the Angels, laughing at Viktor for setting himself on fire. Though, the punk, with his almost always leather gloved hands, did pat the fire out before it scorched the fool. It was still funny and he was down for joining in this sort of mayhem.

Ziggy takes his drink and giggles, leaning in to whisper to his lover. "I know. You licked it clean earlier." It's definitely a trashy flirt but everyone here is pretty drunk and in thier own little groups.

Aarne got up behind Rik, and grabbed him around the waist, tickling his low back which instantly had the Dane screaming. "Is he fucking you enough?"

Aarne let Rik go who was now flushed red from the question and the laughter. He looked at Joe approaching and started laughing. He knew exactly what was going to go on here and moved closer to Billy so he could avoid his drummer's chaos.

Aarne hopped up on the bar, feet swinging and leaned over to grab a bottle of Jack Daniel's. Ziggy had warned the bartender and management about the crazy and that he would cover whatever was needed. He didn't even try to stop the tall drummer as he unscrewed the lid.

"Whatever I want." The Fin told the bassist with a sassy shake of his head. "Not my fault you offered me all your booze."

Viktor was enjoying himself which made a change for the boy to be socialising instead of causing chaos and getting arrested for setting public property on fire. Or worse. He was at his best when surrounded by his own. They shy Zack just drinking in the corner laughing at his band mates whilst drinking his light ale. He never was much of a drinker anyway.

Mick was getting drunk as he giggled at Ziggy's words and slurped lewdly on his drink, licking the cream off his top lip. He loved how dirty his girlfriend could be and knew before the end of the night he might be licking a real pussy. He nuzzled into the Anthean's neck, kissing it.

"Mm...I love licking you out."

Billy nearly dropped his cocktail when he felt Aarne brush past him to tickle the poor Dane. Smirking he knew the drummer was a close friend to Rik so it was all good. It didn't stop the Brit from passing Rik his "Fuck me stupid" cocktail. He had drank around four or five now so was well on the way to getting smashed himself. Leaning close to Rik he whispered;

"Does everyone know we fuck now? I can't wait to slide my cock into you tonight."

Grinning, Billy then smelt a strong smell of perfume as Hunter was now climbing up onto the bar giggling, clearly trashed. He began kicking off his boots, nearly getting Viktor in the head as he began stripping slowly. Gilly giggling hard and sipping on his cocktail just stared up in rapture at the Swede.

What a fucking trashfire.

Joe grinned and then hopped over the bar to join Aarne, who was helping himself to the bottles of booze. Hell yeah. He swiped a bottle of Gordon's gin and began necking it whilst grabbing the younger man around the waist, pulling him towards him.

Vars noticed the younger man sitting alone and went to the bar. Then he came over sitting down beside the drummer, handing him a Guinness and dropping a shot of irish whiskey into it. "Cheers boy."

The punk was drinking whiskey himself but he noticed the younger man had a beer. This was a good option to help him loosen up.

Ziggy downed about half the drink at once, laughing happily at the nuzzling and the way he's pulled in. "In public?" He asked curiously.

Rik sipped his drink, grinning at the question and about to answer when Aarne poked at his shoulder. The Dane turned but leaned back into Billy while the crazy Fin spoke to him. "Du skal lægge is i hans trusser."

Rik started laughing immediately and handed his drink to Billy to hold. The Dane slid over the bar. Grabbing a glass he dipped some ice out of the bin and glanced at the tender who covered his mouth so he didn't laugh. Rik got low and moved behind the bar before popping up, grabbing the back of Hunter's trousers and dumping the ice in.

Aarne let out such a loud laugh once the deed was done. That little tug at his waist didn't go unnoticed. Leaning in he pressed a kiss right below Joe's ear then leaned his head on the bassist's shoulder to lean back and tip up his bottle for a long drink.

Zack looked up from sipping on his light ale to notice Vars from the Hammers coming over and passing him a drink. Oh. The drummer offered a shy smile and noticed it was Guinness, which he liked, but then the bassist was adding whiskey into it. Well, to be friendly he took it and tried it, smiling shyly. He felt a little awkward but knew everyone was friendly enough.

Mick watched Ziggy down his cocktail and giggle softly at his girlfriend's words. Wouldn't that be something. He glanced over by the other corner where there was a spare table and chairs. No one would see them over there since the main action was at the bar area and everyone was near enough drunk.

"Let's go over there, love. It's nice and empty. No one will see us."

Billy leant on the bar waving over the bar man to bring them more dirty fruity cocktails. This time he ordered one of each of the cock themed cocktails. Then, the Brit's eyes were on Rik as Aarne whispered something into Rik's ear. Watching, he sipped his drink as his Dane nimbly crept up to Hunter. Ice. Ah, of course. This should be good.

Hunter, oblivious began pulling off his bright neon pink socks and chucking them onto Viktor's head. The punk threw them off laughing, aiming to chuck some of his drink onto Hunter but missed. Then, the Swede gasped as he felt the ice being slipped into the back of his pants.

"Oh! Knulla! Det är kallt!"

He squealed, dancing about on the bar, swearing in Swedish and then pulling his pants off, throwing them onto Rik's head. The stripping continued as he then pulled off his pink, frilly panties, throwing those onto Gilly's head. The drummer giggled and held them close. He was a man in love, even trashed. Then, Hunter was naked, wiggling his naked ass across the bar floor, laughing as he grabbed Gilly, pulling him into the pool with him. The drummer still wearing all his clothes. There was a shriek as Gilly was pulled in and a large splash.

Everyone started laughing.

Vars put an arm around the younger man, patting his shoulder, sort of roughly but not on purpose. He's a little drunk and a rougher sort but happy to just sit around and drink with anyone. He sipped his own drink, then motioned at Viktor. "He always setting himself to fire?" Vars has a thick Norwegian accent and it is made worse by drinking.

"Get me another drink first." Ziggy finished his drink and gave Mick a kiss before heading to the indicated table. Once there he sat down and kicked his feet up on one of the other chairs.

Rik almost fell down from the laughter that took him when that first cry erupted from the singer. Grabbing the pants off his head and tossing them over the bar, he stumbles back over toward the other end of the bar laughing so hard he can barely breathe. Aarne takes his attention from Joe to help Rik back up over the bar. He pulls the Dane in to give him a kiss on the cheek for the spectacular show.

Rik just fumbles off the bar, right into Billy, cheeks hurting from laughter.

The young drummer smiled at the pat as he drank his drink. The rough accent was hard to understand but he could make out what Vars was saying. So many drunken Scandinavians in one room! Laughing softly, Zack nodded to the bassist's question.

"Yeah. He just likes doing it to show off mainly. He is skilled with fire though. I once saw him throw a molotov through a cop shop window and it set fire to the office inside. This was from another building across the street."

It seemed the Angel's loved their band leader's pyromania. He was glad Vars was offering him drinks because now Viktor was coming over to their table, laughing and drunk. He ruffled Var's hair playfully then grabbed onto Zack's arm, pulling him towards the bar. The young drummer giggling but going with the flow. What harm could it do?

"Everyone, get Zack a drink. I think he's still fucking sober!"

Joe smirking as he threw a bottle of Jack towards Viktor from across the bar. Lucky it didn't smash or hit anyone, as Viktor caught it and then uncorked the bottle, swigging some himself before thrusting it into Zack's hands. The boy looked unsure but drank some anyway.

Then loud giggling from above in the pool as it sounded like someone was having their naked ass slapped. Well, that last five seconds. Mick just smirking as he kissed Ziggy's lips.

"Another drink or five? Alright, love. I'll be back soon."

Mick left to walk towards the bar, meeting Joe and bumping shoulders with the tall bloke. Fuck, he was tall. Over 6" and that hair. Bloody crazy. Joe winked at Mick and pressed a kiss to his cheek before moving to talk to Billy. The blond froze and blushed. He wasn't used to the affection. Shrugging, he ordered Ziggy five "Cock Suckers" and brought them back to their table without dropping any. His long fingers and large hands helping with it.

Joe, now with Billy, whispered something to his band mate in his ear. The guitarist laughed and then informed Rik on the prank before grabbing some ice from the bucket and loading both hands up with it as he sneaked behind Viktor. Winking to Rik, he then pulled the singer's pants open and emptied his icy load into the punk's pants. Viktor screamed loudly.

"Fuck!---What the fuck! Who did this! Ahhhh!---cold---shit--"

Billy hid behind a seat and stayed quiet.

Vars nodded to the description. "Never the fire bug, but fighting."

Vars was more of a scrapper than a pyromaniac. Clear when Viktor ruffs up his spikey hair and Vars hauls back and punches the singer in the shoulder. It's hard but done with a bit of smirk that says it isn't a serious fight.

Aarne laughs at the tossed booze bottle. He's drinking fast and getting trashed. Then the bassist is leaving and kissing on Ziggy's man. That gets a frown of disappointment from the drummer who goes back to sucking on the bottle he has.

Ziggy laughs at the pile of drinks Mick brings over and gives him a kiss on the cheek before taking one for himself.

Rik is already laughing and it only gets worse when he is told what is about to happen. Anything that gets at Viktor is good. He has to lean on the bar to keep himself up right, sides hurting and no sign he's going to stop laughing. Aarne takes Rik's cocktail glass, now empty, and fills it with whiskey for the Dane. Even Vars is laughing now, watching the chaos while drinking. This was fantastic.

Rik, still laughing walks by Viktor and slyly sticks a cocktail umbrella in his hair on his way to where Billy is.

Zack starts laughing when Viktor gets ice chucked into his pants by Billy. Of course this was bound to happen. The band members picking to prank their singer because they could. The young drummer now walking over to Rik, pouring the Dane some whiskey into his already near full glass. Just to be friendly and to meet some of the other Scandinavians. The Hammers were a nice bunch of guys.

"For you. Nice hair by the way. How do you get it big like that? Mine just goes curly when I brush it."

Viktor then bashed into Zack whilst pulling ice cubes out of his pants, throwing them at Joe and managing to hit Aarne with them too. Everyone was fair game. Even Mick felt one fly past the back of his head. Frowning, he suddenly had flashbacks and flinched. The whole bottle incident clear in his memory. Pushing out bad thoughts he sat next to Ziggy and slipped his arm around, nuzzling close. Fuck that blockhead.

The punk was now getting another bottle of whiskey, Jim Beam, and unscrewing the cap, downing half the contents before pulling out his lighter. He then flicked it open, belching with a mouth full of booze, creating a long thin fire stream. All the Angels laughed and Viktor slapped Joe on the back.

"Who wants to see some naked ass?"

Viktor was gone. He pulled down his pants and flashed his bare ass to all. Making sure he wiggled it towards the top table where Tom and Aletayria were sitting. Of course. Billy just rolled his eyes and then came from hiding to wrap his arms around his drunken Dane.

Poor Rik. He could barely stand.

"Are you ok, smukke?"

Rik stared at the glass getting filled up to near spilling so he had to sip it. He hadn't spoken to Zack much but he brightens when he mentions his hair. "I was born this way. When I brush it, it just gets bigger."

Then there's chaos, of course. Rik catches Zack the best he can as he gets shoved. Aarne grabbed an entire handful of ice from behind the counter and threw it back at Viktor. Ziggy frowned when Mick was hit and held him, soothing him with empathy while kissing his temple.

Vars had been just laughing until the singer flashed another man's woman, and another person's mom, his bare ass. The Norse punk downed his drink and came up giving the drunk bastard a shove. The kind that said he was about to take control.

"You Kronidiot!" The Scandinavians got crazy but there were social norms even they followed. "Shaking your ass at another man's wife. Going to get clocked by the old man."

Vars had seen the disappointed scowl from Tom and had a feeling that the old man could lay shit down if needed.

Rik wrapped an arm around Billy when he came out and answered the question with a kiss that is hot for public. Yeah, he's drunk but not shitfaced or about to pass out, not yet anyway.

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Zack nodded and looked up at the Dane's impressive hairdo. It really was quite wild and there wasn't an ounce of hairspray on it at all. Amazing. Drinking some whiskey out of the bottle Viktor gave him, he coughed and spluttered a bit, not used to drinking straight liquor. He wiped his mouth then blushed. Then, more ice came Viktor's way in the form of the Fin throwing it at him.

Viktor then felt Vars shove him. The punk pulled his pants back up and shoved Vars back, smirking, offering up the finger and grabbing Zack's bottle of whiskey and downing more.

"What's that, you cock licker? I didn't understand you. You just said you like sucking balls? Did you hear that everyone? Vars is a ball sucker!"

The punk shoved Vars once more and then laughed. He was too far gone to care what Vars said to him about not mooning someone's wife and mother. Fuck that. He was here to have fun! That cocky Norwegian could stick a cock up his ass. Billy frowned. He could sense Viktor starting to lose control so had to act. Glancing towards Joe, he nodded.

Joe leaping from across the bar and grabbing a cold towel, throwing it into Viktor's face.

"Calm down, you wanker. No fights tonight. We're here to drink, get smashed and fuck around."

He patted Vars on the shoulder and offered the Norwegian a smile, hoping he would understand his singer's ways.

Rik laughed and patted the Brit as he sputtered. He'd been there before with something or another that he had been given.

Vars barely budged when shoved because he was prepared and watching the face of the singer's father. He snorts though at the insults. "EH.. you wish then you wouldn't have to spend your night blistering your own palms."

Vars nodded to the tall bassist but pointed at Tom who was glaring fire. "Not me that will set him to ass on the floor. That man survived dead of space. Your singer will take a nap if he gets out of his chair."

Viktor snorted at that but could see Ziggy's old man and how pissed he looked. Best not make an even bigger fool of himself and get his ass whooped by a fifty year old. Tom did look pretty tough even if he was middle-aged. The punk laughed and slapped Vars on the back going up to the bar to get himself a bottle of vodka. His favourite. The towel on the face seemed to slap him back to his senses. For a moment or two. Billy almost letting out a sigh of relief.

Weird turning to Gloria, squeezing her hand gently wondering if she would like another drink. Glancing around he offered Tom and Aletayria a smile too before getting up.

"What can I get you, Gloria? Tom, Aletayria? Would you like something?"

The bassist being the responsible one compared to the almighty trashfire burning by the bar area. He knew he'd have to enter it to reach the bar. Hopefully no one would kiss him or pull his side burns. Some of those crazy tall blokes looked smashed out of their melons.

Vars laughed at the pat on the back and wrapped an arm over the singer's shoulder. Obviously the pushing and insults meant little this time. "Come, let's have drinks now that you're not stupid."

He's happy to drink with the other guy after a spat to get things back to normal.

Tom sighed and just tried to diffuse his annoyance with a smile. "Stay, we can order from the table. Dinner?"

He's already waving the bartender over to the table. Tom knows better than to navigate the crazy drummer drunk on the bar.

Viktor smirked at the arm over his shoulder. He was thinking that the Norwegian would punch him but he didn't. Even a wrestling fight would have been ok in Viktor's books since the man loved to rough house. The insults and pushing were just the Brit being drunk and boisterous. No harm was intended.

"I'm never stupid, spiky. How do you get your hair like that? Hairspray?"

The singer sporting a rather messy mullet but liking his hair none the less. It was punk and he liked the style. As for Vars? The man rocked a nice punk hairdo as well. He wasn't such a cock-licker after all. Jumping up over the bar, Viktor grabbed a bottle of Stoli and unscrewed it, offering Vars the first drink.

Billy made wolf whistling noises towards Viktor as he playfully began tickling Rik under his chin. Was Viktor finally chatting someone up? Was this actually happening? In his punky macho way?

Weird nodded and was grateful they had waiter service. Fuck it if he was going to risk his nice suit getting ruined by the punks. That tall bloke was trouble. He'd already kissed Mick on the cheek. Dinner sounded perfect as he offered Gloria a peck on the cheek.

"Dinner sounds good."

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Vars could easily get into a fight that meant nothing but it seemed everyone else was out for fun rather than a fight. In general, he's easy going and rarely as crazy as his bandmates.

"Put on your ass by a fifty year old man pulling off your trousers, might?" Vars was laughing partially at the singer but mostly with him. "No. Knox and glue."

That was the punk secret that no one knew.. the spikes that never failed and were impervious to rain were gelatin and glue. It was a strange thing among them but it worked. He nods to the bottle and takes the first drink before sliding up on the stool beside the singer.

After the wolf whistle he just holds a middle finger up to Aarne before he even says anything which has the drummer laughing.

Rik is also lauhing from the tickle. Though the Dane is also trying to drink down the whiskey before spilling it. His eyes falling on Zack he hands him the glass, since now he has no drink. Viktor took the bottle away.

Once the tender is over he gives them menus and prepares to take drink orders. These were teh civilized among the mess here tonight.

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.

Aarne laughed at the bottle in his face and took a drink but didn't swallow. Instead he leaned in, kissing the Brit and sharing the mouth full of booze with him.

Vars laughed and got his own drink after handing the bottle back to the Brit. "Not only. He was stuck for weeks and survived."

Vars had respect for a lot of things. A man who could survive something that was supposed to be instant death and keep his wits, that was the kind of man you wanted to keep on your side at all costs. He took his whiskey and a drink before laughing.

"You want to lose?" The Norwegian challenged with a big grin. It was better fun than all out fight where someone or something might get broken.

Rik pulled Billy in, sliding his hands under his jacket instead of around the outside. He's drunk and has lost all the thoughts of being embarrassed in public. If Ronno could do it in public, why couldn't he?

Joe was trashed and slid his hand around the back of Aarne's head to keep him there while he kissed the taller man. Fuck, it was hot! He wanted more so broke off and then shoved Aarne back against the bar, pressing against him whilst tipping booze onto his mouth.

Viktor was smirking at the two men's displays but was more interested in what Vars had to say now. Mostly about Tom getting stuck up in space. Fuck. What a thing to go through. No wonder the guy was tough as fucking nails. He could have died up there. Swigging some more vodka, Viktor grinned.

"Not on your life, Spiky. Let's see who the bigger man is."

The Brit put his bottle down and then removed his shirt so that he was topless, baring his many scars and burns from fights before. Not only that but he was quite stocky and well-built with a muscled torso and arms. Placing his right arm out on his elbow, he offered Vars a wink.

Billy knew his Dane was trashed because Rik was now touching his chest up. His nipples peaking at the touch and he began giggling. This side of the Dane he hadn't seen much. A trashed Rik.

"You want to touch me, smukke?"

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.

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