"The boys are at the coast? Aw, makes me want to strip off naked and run into the beach to find Rekker!"
Bjorn giggled and slugged down another glass of booze enjoying himself. Lars just rolled his eyes while Ulrik was still glued to pictures on Dee's phone. Wow. That bass---just amazing! Sigurd would love to see a bass guitar like that and it was a shame he wasn't here tonight because he would get on with Missy and Dee.
"It's a shame Sigurd, our bassist, isn't here tonight. He loves bass guitars and talks forever about them. We left him back at the hotel talking to the bassists from the other bands."
It was his choice and Bjorn was now frowning at Dee's words regarding the stares they were getting, or rather, he was getting. Fucking rude! The singer turned around to face the staring group of guys and put his hands on his hips.
"Don't you know it's fucking rude to stare, bitches? We're having a nice group chat here so why don't you suck each other's cocks and piss off."
Lars snorted out a laugh and downed his booze in one. Ulrik looked up wide-eyed and knew things might go south with the singer getting riled up and more drunk. How much had he drunk? The girls might be in for a treat. The guys laughed and one of them stepped forwards; a tall rather tarty looking man dressed in a pink sparkly shirt with tight white pants.
"We're trying to work out if you're a boy or a girl, sweetie. My friends and I also want to know if the young blond wants to come back to our place tonight."
Both Lars and Ulrik glanced between each other, clearly outraged at this.
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on 2021-10-27 06:55 pm (UTC)Bjorn giggled and slugged down another glass of booze enjoying himself. Lars just rolled his eyes while Ulrik was still glued to pictures on Dee's phone. Wow. That bass---just amazing! Sigurd would love to see a bass guitar like that and it was a shame he wasn't here tonight because he would get on with Missy and Dee.
"It's a shame Sigurd, our bassist, isn't here tonight. He loves bass guitars and talks forever about them. We left him back at the hotel talking to the bassists from the other bands."
It was his choice and Bjorn was now frowning at Dee's words regarding the stares they were getting, or rather, he was getting. Fucking rude! The singer turned around to face the staring group of guys and put his hands on his hips.
"Don't you know it's fucking rude to stare, bitches? We're having a nice group chat here so why don't you suck each other's cocks and piss off."
Lars snorted out a laugh and downed his booze in one. Ulrik looked up wide-eyed and knew things might go south with the singer getting riled up and more drunk. How much had he drunk? The girls might be in for a treat. The guys laughed and one of them stepped forwards; a tall rather tarty looking man dressed in a pink sparkly shirt with tight white pants.
"We're trying to work out if you're a boy or a girl, sweetie. My friends and I also want to know if the young blond wants to come back to our place tonight."
Both Lars and Ulrik glanced between each other, clearly outraged at this.