Rex glanced over to the bar where Torden had been talking or chatting up the strangers who had now left. Mikkel was still there obviously drunk and whoever else left. The Brit nodded and then downed his shots in succession following the Dane's leave. It was a trait that both Weird and Rex possessed; drinking a lot and not becoming trashed, except Rex got trashed and Weird didn't. How that worked was anyone's guess. Maybe one of the Spiders knew more.

"Is it your question next?"

The Brit pushing some of his hair back from his face wondering what dirty questions the Dane might come up with next.