Mick wasn't expecting such a luxurious coach for all the bands to travel to the interview in. Of course Robert and Tom had picked a sleeper and one big enough to accommodate how many people now? Nearly forty it had to be. Six bands and then the one not in the band and there was security. The guitarist had his baby stowed away in it's case slung over his shoulder as he made his way with everyone else towards the huge coach.
The blond could hear loud giggling behind him just as he was about to step onto the coach steps. Joe. It had to be as he was now screaming loudly about wanting to fuck in all the beds on the coach. Of course he did.
"Fuck! Look at the size of that thing! We could fuck in all the beds before we arrive at the studio, Peachy! Let's get smashed. Is there a mini-bar? I fucking hope so!"
Barrelling past Mick, Joe laughed as he ran up the coach steps and tore inside the bus. Oh god. Tom would blow a gasket if Joe fucked about in the sleeper bus surely. Lars was behind holding Torden's hand, blowing kisses towards the hairy Dane. Mick just smirking as he got onto the coach finally, loving how luxurious it was. A bigger version of the limo really.
"Bloody hell, this it's---massive and fit for a king. You've really done it this time, lads."
Mick turning towards Ziggy and wondering where Tom and Robert were. Viktor was then climbing up the steps swigging from a bottle of vodka, enjoying the scenery as he was more interested in checking out the mini bar. Next Erik, Hunter and Gilly. The tart squealing loudly when Hunter slapped his ass halfway up the coach steps. Of course. Erik then pulled Gilly's hair and that earnt a slap over his head by his older brother. Chaos. Utter chaos already.
Zack, Ulrik and Weird the more subdued members of the chaotic rabble found their seats and were marvelling at the interior of the vehicle. It really was fit for a rockstar.
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The blond could hear loud giggling behind him just as he was about to step onto the coach steps. Joe. It had to be as he was now screaming loudly about wanting to fuck in all the beds on the coach. Of course he did.
"Fuck! Look at the size of that thing! We could fuck in all the beds before we arrive at the studio, Peachy! Let's get smashed. Is there a mini-bar? I fucking hope so!"
Barrelling past Mick, Joe laughed as he ran up the coach steps and tore inside the bus. Oh god. Tom would blow a gasket if Joe fucked about in the sleeper bus surely. Lars was behind holding Torden's hand, blowing kisses towards the hairy Dane. Mick just smirking as he got onto the coach finally, loving how luxurious it was. A bigger version of the limo really.
"Bloody hell, this it's---massive and fit for a king. You've really done it this time, lads."
Mick turning towards Ziggy and wondering where Tom and Robert were. Viktor was then climbing up the steps swigging from a bottle of vodka, enjoying the scenery as he was more interested in checking out the mini bar. Next Erik, Hunter and Gilly. The tart squealing loudly when Hunter slapped his ass halfway up the coach steps. Of course. Erik then pulled Gilly's hair and that earnt a slap over his head by his older brother. Chaos. Utter chaos already.
Zack, Ulrik and Weird the more subdued members of the chaotic rabble found their seats and were marvelling at the interior of the vehicle. It really was fit for a rockstar.