"See, Lars? Don't be rude, sugar. Our American guests here drink Jack and are offering it to us. Play nicely or I'll get a hot boy to spank your ass."

Of course Bjorn was teasing his drummer and Lars knew this but the tart just rolled his eyes and looked at Dee then the glass in his hand. What a forceful young woman! Or, rather, older punk lady? Resigning himself to the whiskey, Lars thanked Dee and then noticed Ulrik glancing around looking a little nervous because some of the bouncers were keeping an eye on him. Bjorn could see his guitarist looking a bit put out so slipped an arm around him.

"Hey, it's ok, babe. They won't throw you out, ok? You're old enough and these girls will kick anyone's ass who tries to be mean to you. Right, girls?"

Bjorn winked and Ulrik smiled a little at the girls.