"I'm not a fucking surly bastard, you screaming banshee."
Viktor snapped back, clearly not happy about being dragged from his bed by the crazy drummer. But now it seemed he was being invited along on some crazy shit show the Fin was creating. Bjorn? That fucking tarty bitch? The ginger was his man, wasn't he?
"Vars' potato cannon? Then, I'm bringing fucking molotovs, mate. Lucky I made a few up last night."
Throwing shit was fun and now Viktor seemed a bit happier than a few moments ago. He would fuck any wanker up who messed with the band.
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on 2021-11-14 06:50 pm (UTC)Viktor snapped back, clearly not happy about being dragged from his bed by the crazy drummer. But now it seemed he was being invited along on some crazy shit show the Fin was creating. Bjorn? That fucking tarty bitch? The ginger was his man, wasn't he?
"Vars' potato cannon? Then, I'm bringing fucking molotovs, mate. Lucky I made a few up last night."
Throwing shit was fun and now Viktor seemed a bit happier than a few moments ago. He would fuck any wanker up who messed with the band.