"I thought you didn't kiss and tell?" Rekker started to laugh, unable to hold it in any longer. It was too easy to get the drummer going and he couldn't help his desire to harass him while they got used to each other.
"None of us do." Dee told the bassist beside her. "Hexed, we've all had some run ins with too much alcohol. Except Devon who's always been a 'One drink fuck.'" She yelled the last part so that Devon could hear and he just raised his middle finger without looking while he waited at the bar, back to their table.
Rekker felt good that they were getting along. It was important to him because he knew, eventually, he'd stress their friendships at some point when he crashed out. Right now, all he could focus on was the nails on his scalp. He turned his face in, near to Bjorn's ear and growled. It's deep, rumbling enough that the Swede can probably feel it where he's leaning into Rekker's chest. The singer in his lap was meant to be sweet and possessive, but Rekker was finding it arousing too. He wrapped his arm around Bjorn's waist tighter and pulled him, pressing his ass tighter to his lap. He might have to have Bjorn move at this rate or things were going to get crazy again.
Devon came back passing out more drinks before he sat back down, eying his bandmates careful, especially Missy who was quietly sipping a drink and grinning like a Cheshire cat.
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"None of us do." Dee told the bassist beside her. "Hexed, we've all had some run ins with too much alcohol. Except Devon who's always been a 'One drink fuck.'" She yelled the last part so that Devon could hear and he just raised his middle finger without looking while he waited at the bar, back to their table.
Rekker felt good that they were getting along. It was important to him because he knew, eventually, he'd stress their friendships at some point when he crashed out. Right now, all he could focus on was the nails on his scalp. He turned his face in, near to Bjorn's ear and growled. It's deep, rumbling enough that the Swede can probably feel it where he's leaning into Rekker's chest. The singer in his lap was meant to be sweet and possessive, but Rekker was finding it arousing too. He wrapped his arm around Bjorn's waist tighter and pulled him, pressing his ass tighter to his lap. He might have to have Bjorn move at this rate or things were going to get crazy again.
Devon came back passing out more drinks before he sat back down, eying his bandmates careful, especially Missy who was quietly sipping a drink and grinning like a Cheshire cat.