This was hilarious. Ulrik was just watching the trashfire start to burn as he finished his whiskey and could feel it's effects begin to cause him to giggle. Lars just shot up a finger to Rekker back and then offered a tarty scowl. The drummer was known to be the tart of the band and now he was living up to his reputation. Bjorn just giggling and glancing towards Devon.

"I don't kiss and tell, honey."

Lars with one lasting comment before he finished off his drink with a coy wink at Rekker and then his eyes were back onto Devon. The man was hot and fucking sexy yet he wasn't admitting anything. Ulrik poked Dee in the arm gently and waved his empty glass at her.

"Did you want another drink?"

If he was going to get smashed he was going to do it with his new friends.