"Yes, I am a glam rock bassist like my boring SOBER brother here. Drink up, Weird! Here---let me help you."
Rex getting up, careful to step around Ansgar but aiming to walk towards his brother but failing, instead getting his foot caught on Mick's leg, toppling over onto the floor, rolling around laughing.
"Bloody hell, mate---are you alright?"
Mick getting his glass filled by Ansgar's bottle then holding his freshly filled glass above his head so that the smashed bassist didn't fall onto it. Weird just rolling his eyes at the drunken sight on the floor. Helping Rex to his feet, Mick then dumped Rex into the chair, pushing his blond hair back.
"Blondie? You're just as blond as me, mate. You drunken bastard. Five more? Fuck."
The guitarist just giggling and sitting back down again.
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19/3/22 22:15 (UTC)Rex getting up, careful to step around Ansgar but aiming to walk towards his brother but failing, instead getting his foot caught on Mick's leg, toppling over onto the floor, rolling around laughing.
"Bloody hell, mate---are you alright?"
Mick getting his glass filled by Ansgar's bottle then holding his freshly filled glass above his head so that the smashed bassist didn't fall onto it. Weird just rolling his eyes at the drunken sight on the floor. Helping Rex to his feet, Mick then dumped Rex into the chair, pushing his blond hair back.
"Blondie? You're just as blond as me, mate. You drunken bastard. Five more? Fuck."
The guitarist just giggling and sitting back down again.