"A gang? What sort of gang do you mean? Like a group of kids sort of thing or drugs, drink and moving things around kind of deal? I once slept with this guy who was in a gang of prostitutes. Actually, come to think of it, he was a prostitute. An escort. Sometimes he dressed in drag but mostly he came across as a glam singer. He didn't tell me he moved heroin through the streets until after he fucked me."
Hans had been mortified to learn that about his brother sleeping with a gang member who moved heroin and sometimes weapons. The streets were often a dangerous place and Bjorn was innocent in some regards, just seeing people at face value. A few drinks, a couple of snorts of coke and he was in bed with them. That part worried Hans and Blixt combined since the singer was far too easy.
"Hunter is a good man. My brother and him used to be together which you probably already know. Then, the overdose happened and---"
Bjorn cut off not wanting to think about his brother on his near death bed in the back of a fucking ambulance. It was bad. The singer had been driven to drink more and take more drugs, mixing them and allowing it to spiral out of control because of that. Taking dangerous amounts because he couldn't deal emotionally.
---yeah. Just, let's not talk about that, honey. We came to drink so---let's get trashed!"
The Swede often used drink or drugs as his emotional crux which he was doing now, filling up yet again and downing the whole thing near in one. He felt the alcohol warm his body and help his mind forget any pain. It was cute about Mick though finding Ziggy and the band when he did. Fuck the world what they thought!
"It's cute Mick found you like that. With Rekker, he likes to be scratched, bitten and is rough in bed. Maybe I should bite his inner thighs and see if he likes it. Ronno screams like a whore? I can imagine. Do you use cock rings or toys on him?"
Of course the conversation was delving ever deeper into the gutter.
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on 2021-10-23 07:44 pm (UTC)Hans had been mortified to learn that about his brother sleeping with a gang member who moved heroin and sometimes weapons. The streets were often a dangerous place and Bjorn was innocent in some regards, just seeing people at face value. A few drinks, a couple of snorts of coke and he was in bed with them. That part worried Hans and Blixt combined since the singer was far too easy.
"Hunter is a good man. My brother and him used to be together which you probably already know. Then, the overdose happened and---"
Bjorn cut off not wanting to think about his brother on his near death bed in the back of a fucking ambulance. It was bad. The singer had been driven to drink more and take more drugs, mixing them and allowing it to spiral out of control because of that. Taking dangerous amounts because he couldn't deal emotionally.
---yeah. Just, let's not talk about that, honey. We came to drink so---let's get trashed!"
The Swede often used drink or drugs as his emotional crux which he was doing now, filling up yet again and downing the whole thing near in one. He felt the alcohol warm his body and help his mind forget any pain. It was cute about Mick though finding Ziggy and the band when he did. Fuck the world what they thought!
"It's cute Mick found you like that. With Rekker, he likes to be scratched, bitten and is rough in bed. Maybe I should bite his inner thighs and see if he likes it. Ronno screams like a whore? I can imagine. Do you use cock rings or toys on him?"
Of course the conversation was delving ever deeper into the gutter.