"My castle is not fucking cheap! Rude blondie boy. How about nice silken sheets to rest your drunken ass on?"

Rex was now saying things he had no idea about. Words just spouting out of his mouth drunkenly because he was gulping down the Mule at a rate, giggling at everything. Just seeing the Dane in between his legs got another feeling pulling at his insides. Ansgar was hot. Mick just shook his head, laughing softly.

"Fuck, mate. You get me drinking all of that and I'll strip for sure and get wasted. Someone will have to carry me up to the bed because my legs won't work."

Rex tickled Ansgar under the chin playfully.