"Does this mean you'll visit me in my luxurious castle?"

The Brit just giggling more, feeling the booze heat up his cheeks so he was flush, burying his face slightly in Ansgar's hair. Rex hadn't drank this much in a long time and Weird knew more than anything at just how trashy his brother could get once smashed. Mick nearly choked on his mouthful of booze at the Dane's words.

"It was more than a bloody glass, mate. Give or take it was around six or seven I think. I get too hot drinking this stuff so I'm taking it slowly. Makes me take my clothes off."

Mick giggling softly whilst making eyes at Ziggy.