"Nice to meet you, babe. I'm Bjorn Larsson and this is Ulrik, my guitarist and my tarty drummer here, Lars."
The singer winked at both young men and was grateful for the hug by Dee. It had been a while since he'd spent any time around young women and he realised it would be refreshing to be around Rekker's band mates. As they all walked inside, Ulrik went wide-eyed at what he saw and glanced back at the entrance, realising that no one ID'd him because he looked about sixteen. Lars was smirking at the environment and loved the whole glam side, revelling in all the sparkly clothes. Bjorn was loving it too, giggling whilst keeping his band mates close. He lived for these environments and couldn't wait to get a drink.
"Fuck yeah, drinks! Ulrik, you can drink here, honey. You're over twenty now."
The guitarist knew the rules regarding booze and being over a certain age in the States. Fuck that. Dee and Missy would sort things out if some square came over to question the young guitarist.
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The singer winked at both young men and was grateful for the hug by Dee. It had been a while since he'd spent any time around young women and he realised it would be refreshing to be around Rekker's band mates. As they all walked inside, Ulrik went wide-eyed at what he saw and glanced back at the entrance, realising that no one ID'd him because he looked about sixteen. Lars was smirking at the environment and loved the whole glam side, revelling in all the sparkly clothes. Bjorn was loving it too, giggling whilst keeping his band mates close. He lived for these environments and couldn't wait to get a drink.
"Fuck yeah, drinks! Ulrik, you can drink here, honey. You're over twenty now."
The guitarist knew the rules regarding booze and being over a certain age in the States. Fuck that. Dee and Missy would sort things out if some square came over to question the young guitarist.