"We can take drink! We're just not as trashy as you Danes. Isn't that right, Weird? You need to drink all of that and have some fun! Boring brother!"

Rex putting his hand on Ansgar's head, ruffling his blond hair and giggling. Weird just staring at his glass before trying some of the liquid. It was strong and had a strange taste but he drank it none the less. Mick sniffed at his and then tasted some slowly, knowing full well what it was. Fuck, it was Mule! But stronger.

"Drink up, everyone. Ansgar is being a nice Dane to us here. I'm his princess."

The smashed bassist kissing the Dane on his cheek.