"If we were kissing you'd be the first to know, ginger."
Lars shot a look at the Brit and then felt Bjorn's gaze burning into him, just a warning as to not go too far with their singer's boyfriend because the tarty bitch could get possessive. Ulrik nodded and then glanced over to where Devon was ordering more drinks. Oh. How much would everyone drink? He looked at Dee's glass and smiled at her.
"I don't usually drink this much but tonight is special. Making friends with you and your band."
Ulrik giggled and felt his cheeks heat up with the strong booze. Was he drunk? Oh yes. Lars looked at the guitarist and went to ruffle up his blond hair. It was cute that he had his eye on the punk woman. Why not? The Norwegian had his tarty stare on the hairy drummer at the bar. Bjorn now had a hand in Rekker's hair, using his fingers to massage the guitarist's scalp while he waited for Devon to return with more drinks.
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Lars shot a look at the Brit and then felt Bjorn's gaze burning into him, just a warning as to not go too far with their singer's boyfriend because the tarty bitch could get possessive. Ulrik nodded and then glanced over to where Devon was ordering more drinks. Oh. How much would everyone drink? He looked at Dee's glass and smiled at her.
"I don't usually drink this much but tonight is special. Making friends with you and your band."
Ulrik giggled and felt his cheeks heat up with the strong booze. Was he drunk? Oh yes. Lars looked at the guitarist and went to ruffle up his blond hair. It was cute that he had his eye on the punk woman. Why not? The Norwegian had his tarty stare on the hairy drummer at the bar. Bjorn now had a hand in Rekker's hair, using his fingers to massage the guitarist's scalp while he waited for Devon to return with more drinks.