"No." Rekker laughed as Devon sat back down. He gave the guitarist a suspicious look. "It means you give him a couple drinks and it is easy to get him out of his pants."

Devon scoffed. "Like you aren't a fucking dumpster drunk." He slammed the beer down in front of Rekker before passing out the rest for the others.

Dee giggled even more. "Devon how long has it been since you got laid?"

The drummer rolled his eyes at his bandmates. Rekker lost track of the conversation when Bjorn started moving in his lap again. Rekker slipped both of his hands down on the singer's inner thighs and pulled him down as he pushed his hips against him. Between all day away, the fighting, the booze, and Bjorn's tight pants sliding around in his lap the Brit's already half hard. One hand got his beer but the other stayed there sliding higher up Bjorn's thigh as he nuzzle into his ear and just growled, low, possessive and lusty.. the way he did just before shoving into the Swede. It was a quiet yes before he pulled his attention away to keep on drinking and pretend like his mind didn't toy with the idea of shoving Bjorn right over the table in front of everyone.