Lars giggled into his drink when Dee mentioned Devon was a one drink one fuck man. Well, this conversation was becoming more interesting now that both Rekker and his drummer were here with them after the bar brawl. What a ghastly thing that was too. Lars had chipped a nail! Fucking bastard oafs.
"One drink, one fuck."
The Norwegian let that slip quietly but loud enough so that Devon could hear once he sat back down with the group. Ulrik just glanced at Lars and smirked into his own drink noticing how cuddly Bjorn and Rekker were getting. He knew the singer would soon disappear with the ginger into the toilets to fuck or something because Bjorn had fucked in a lot of stalls in the past. Bjorn himself leaning into Rekker, whispering into his ear;
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"One drink, one fuck."
The Norwegian let that slip quietly but loud enough so that Devon could hear once he sat back down with the group. Ulrik just glanced at Lars and smirked into his own drink noticing how cuddly Bjorn and Rekker were getting. He knew the singer would soon disappear with the ginger into the toilets to fuck or something because Bjorn had fucked in a lot of stalls in the past. Bjorn himself leaning into Rekker, whispering into his ear;
"How about you fuck me in a toilet stall?"