"He already took his shirt off." Ansgar started laughing again. "I'm waiting for your stick in the mud ass to be bare and in pictures."

The blonde Dane was getting rowdy but in a good natured way. He filled Rex's glass and then stood, rathe gracefully for the amount of booze he's drank. Across the room and he grabbed Wierd's glass, filling it to near overflow. Ziggy took up Mick's glass of Mule to finish it. There was no sense in wasting it.

Ansgar went back over to sit against Rex's chair and drink from the bottle.