Lars' eyes immediately latched onto the hot, scruffy drummer. Devon Tornado? That name instantly made the Norwegian think of a pornstar name but he kept that thought to himself because--fuck! The man was hot. The tarty drummer thanking the man for his drink before sipping his whiskey sour. It tasted good.

"Devon Tornado? Nice name. Not like the ones they use in porn films over here though, hm? Does this mean you are fast and furious?"

Ulrik snorted into his drink and then swallowed a mouthful quickly as he glanced between Lars and Devon. Trust the tart to say something like that. Bjorn was smirking as he gave Rekker's ginger hair a pull and then laughed a little because Lars could be utter trash too when drunk.