Glitter! [Part 1]
Jan. 3rd, 2022 02:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
metallhuvudIt was 2 am and Bjorn was bored as fuck. Where the hell had Rekker gone to? Because the trashy Swede had been drinking with some of the other band members at the communal area of the hotel where the bands often came to drink and talk until the small hours of the morning. Ulrik had passed out under the table again after too many glasses of whiskey. Sigurd had given Bjorn a stern stare when the singer had ordered a whole jug of vodka and then proceeded to drink the whole thing with a pink sparkly straw.
Of course he did.
Lars had rolled his eyes and was now in bed since he didn't like getting dark rings around his eyes from lack of sleep. So he said. What a fucking prissy tart! Bjorn was now just left with Joe and Aarne who were laughing loudly at the bar area, feeding each other messily with bottles of Jack. They were smashed and could hardly sit on their stools properly without wobbling off. Ah well. The Swede was on his own and right now he was smashed himself, giggling and wanting to cause some mayhem. Getting up he took the elevator upstairs to where the band members were sleeping. He suddenly had a fantastic idea! Why didn't he give everyone a little sparkly gift to wake up to in the morning? Pulling out a bottle of pink glitter, Bjorn giggled once more to himself as he walked down the empty corridor, swaying slightly as he was so drunk.
He could tip glitter onto people's hair and have them wake up like pink sparkly angels! Yes, this would be good. Rekker? Now, he wouldn't want the stuff in his hair, would he? The ginger HATED it. Nope. The first room Bjorn came to was his brother's. Hans slept alone, which was a shame because he should be sharing it with that hot hairy racer boy. Ah well. Pushing the door open slightly and sneaking in, Bjorn gently crept up to where Hans was snoring, tipped some into his fluffy blond hair then left quickly.
"Fuck, that was close! Ok, who next? I know!"
Snorting a laugh, Bjorn slapped a hand over his mouth as he walked to where Mick and Ziggy's room was. Pushing the door open carefully, he peeked in the dark only seeing the figure of Mick passed out asleep on the bed. No sign of Ziggy. Maybe he was back downstairs drinking with Jack or that tall bodyguard boy. He had to be careful as to not wake the guitarist as Bjorn gently tipped some pink glitter onto Mick's soft blond hair. It was much like Hans just a little shorter in places. Stepping back out, Bjorn exhaled a breath then began giggling hard, feeling himself bump against the wall drunk.
"Holy shit, Ronno. You're a glitter princess now!"
Bjorn laughed as he then wondered who else? What about Robert or Erik? Hm. Or Weird? Nah. Oh. The Swede then wondered about Tom but then thought would be a bad idea. Stardust's old man but be so fucking pissed off. Viktor. Yes. The punk. But then he'd have to be very quiet as to not wake Vars. That Viking would kick his ass for sure. Sneaking around, the trashy singer then tried Viktor's room and realised it was locked. Fuck!
"Fuck! Locked! Maybe because Aarne plays shit on him---ah whatever. Who next?"
The Swede then decided to prank Billy, that hairy Brit boy with Rik. He wouldn't mind, would he? But then it would be funnier to prank his tarty brother, Gilly, wouldn't it? Fuck yes. Gilly! Running up to Hunter and Gilly's room, Bjorn pushed the door too and noticed their door was open. Some were, some weren't. Moving in with his last lot of glitter, Bjorn got to the bed and then tipped the rest all over Gilly's hair. Running back out quickly he burst out laughing and then nearly stumbled over his own feet as he attempted to flee the corridor, going back down to the communal bar area where Joe and Aarne were.
When people woke it was going to be a shit show for sure.
Of course he did.
Lars had rolled his eyes and was now in bed since he didn't like getting dark rings around his eyes from lack of sleep. So he said. What a fucking prissy tart! Bjorn was now just left with Joe and Aarne who were laughing loudly at the bar area, feeding each other messily with bottles of Jack. They were smashed and could hardly sit on their stools properly without wobbling off. Ah well. The Swede was on his own and right now he was smashed himself, giggling and wanting to cause some mayhem. Getting up he took the elevator upstairs to where the band members were sleeping. He suddenly had a fantastic idea! Why didn't he give everyone a little sparkly gift to wake up to in the morning? Pulling out a bottle of pink glitter, Bjorn giggled once more to himself as he walked down the empty corridor, swaying slightly as he was so drunk.
He could tip glitter onto people's hair and have them wake up like pink sparkly angels! Yes, this would be good. Rekker? Now, he wouldn't want the stuff in his hair, would he? The ginger HATED it. Nope. The first room Bjorn came to was his brother's. Hans slept alone, which was a shame because he should be sharing it with that hot hairy racer boy. Ah well. Pushing the door open slightly and sneaking in, Bjorn gently crept up to where Hans was snoring, tipped some into his fluffy blond hair then left quickly.
"Fuck, that was close! Ok, who next? I know!"
Snorting a laugh, Bjorn slapped a hand over his mouth as he walked to where Mick and Ziggy's room was. Pushing the door open carefully, he peeked in the dark only seeing the figure of Mick passed out asleep on the bed. No sign of Ziggy. Maybe he was back downstairs drinking with Jack or that tall bodyguard boy. He had to be careful as to not wake the guitarist as Bjorn gently tipped some pink glitter onto Mick's soft blond hair. It was much like Hans just a little shorter in places. Stepping back out, Bjorn exhaled a breath then began giggling hard, feeling himself bump against the wall drunk.
"Holy shit, Ronno. You're a glitter princess now!"
Bjorn laughed as he then wondered who else? What about Robert or Erik? Hm. Or Weird? Nah. Oh. The Swede then wondered about Tom but then thought would be a bad idea. Stardust's old man but be so fucking pissed off. Viktor. Yes. The punk. But then he'd have to be very quiet as to not wake Vars. That Viking would kick his ass for sure. Sneaking around, the trashy singer then tried Viktor's room and realised it was locked. Fuck!
"Fuck! Locked! Maybe because Aarne plays shit on him---ah whatever. Who next?"
The Swede then decided to prank Billy, that hairy Brit boy with Rik. He wouldn't mind, would he? But then it would be funnier to prank his tarty brother, Gilly, wouldn't it? Fuck yes. Gilly! Running up to Hunter and Gilly's room, Bjorn pushed the door too and noticed their door was open. Some were, some weren't. Moving in with his last lot of glitter, Bjorn got to the bed and then tipped the rest all over Gilly's hair. Running back out quickly he burst out laughing and then nearly stumbled over his own feet as he attempted to flee the corridor, going back down to the communal bar area where Joe and Aarne were.
When people woke it was going to be a shit show for sure.