Ansgar more or less yells for him to come over when he sees the guy come into the bar obviously looking for someone. Ansgar's pale cheeks are flushed from booze and he smells like vodka. They've been drinking for awhile. And he's a friendly drunk so the Brit gets a hug and a kiss on the cheek before Ansgar starts pouring drinks.
"They're fucking wasting these Americans." He motions to the two Danes, one looks like a tall, young version of Ansgar who is hanging on a slightly shorter dark haired Dane. That are going shot for shot against some trashy looking American glam guys. They all look trashed.
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7/1/22 21:23 (UTC)"They're fucking wasting these Americans." He motions to the two Danes, one looks like a tall, young version of Ansgar who is hanging on a slightly shorter dark haired Dane. That are going shot for shot against some trashy looking American glam guys. They all look trashed.