"Lucky number three? Oh----I'd love to be. I'm your third boyfriend then?"

The Norwegian began laughing more as he felt that rough scruff tickle his neck. Oh, he loved that! He pulled in the Dane for a heated kiss, not caring who saw them at the breakfast table. He loved Torden and that was all their was to it. A passionate night had caused the drummer's heart to light on fire. Mick gently stroked Ziggy's hair as he watched the tart with his Dane.

"Yeah, he does like to show off a lot. You can't blame the bloke though from what Vars has told me about his shithead parents throwing him out at a young age."

Mick kissing Ziggy's knuckles softly as he couldn't help but smile coyly at the singer's words. Human men. It seemed he was right about that.

"Human men? Yeah. Also, daft sods like me. Tonight will be a night never to forget, mate. When the questions start flying."