The growl from the ginger always got Bjorn going and he couldn't help but emit a small girlish giggle when he heard it. The possessive arm felt so good around his smaller figure and he wanted it to be there all evening. The Swede was fucked off for those fuckheads for attacking his band and the rest of Hexed though. That shouldn't have happened.
"Nothing, babe. Totally full of hot air and nothing else. We showed them, didn't we?"
Bjorn winking to his boys and then waving to the girls. Lars was about to tell Rekker what really happened but then Ulrik shook his head, pulling the tarty drummer back down to sit next to him. The young guitarist could see how pissed off the ginger was and how furious and violent he'd been only a few moments ago. There was now a table lodged into the side of the club wall all smashed up.
Ulrik nodding to Devon as he pressed the cool ice pack against his sore jaw. Fuck those bastards! The guitarist wondering if Devon was ok because the guy had been pushed onto his ass during the fight.
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on 2021-10-27 08:54 pm (UTC)"Nothing, babe. Totally full of hot air and nothing else. We showed them, didn't we?"
Bjorn winking to his boys and then waving to the girls. Lars was about to tell Rekker what really happened but then Ulrik shook his head, pulling the tarty drummer back down to sit next to him. The young guitarist could see how pissed off the ginger was and how furious and violent he'd been only a few moments ago. There was now a table lodged into the side of the club wall all smashed up.
Ulrik nodding to Devon as he pressed the cool ice pack against his sore jaw. Fuck those bastards! The guitarist wondering if Devon was ok because the guy had been pushed onto his ass during the fight.
"Are you ok?"