The bassist accepts the hug and unlike his more stoic brother, Rex smiles and is grateful that the Danes are friendly hugging people. The smell of vodka was strong from the other man and the Brit knew these Scandis could drink most of the other Brits under the table. Even the likes of Viktor, Joe and Mick who were heavy drinkers.

"Oh? Americans? They don't stand a chance compared to that lot over there. What a bunch of fucking trash."

Rex smirked and then blushed a little at the kiss on the cheek because he wasn't expecting that. It was more the cultural differences of the Brits being a bit more withdrawn than the Danes. Who were these trashy American glam guys anyway? Rex took a better look and frowned slightly.

"Are they from another glam band here in the States? Or just bar customers?"