"He does? Well, he's out of luck with me because I'm no virgin, you naughty drunken Dane!"

Rex then rolled a little more towards Ansgar so that their legs were touching. The Brit's hand still over the Dane's pants rip close to his crotch, giving a little squeeze. They were both trashed, giggling drunks on the floor.

"Maybe you did but you also hogged all the chest hair too!"

More drunken giggles and Rex kissed the Dane on the cheek.