"Alright PRINCESS!!!" Ansgar yelled it in the closed in space. "Let's go get your princely brother drunk."
Ansgar half walked, half stumbled out of the elevator and to his room. Going inside he had, easily, 20 bottles of booze and got three bottles of Akvavit.
Rex just collapsed in a fit of giggles near falling onto the drunken Dane next to him because he hadn't realised what he'd said. Princely brother Weird? The whole thing was fucking hilarious. Waiting outside as Ansgar got the booze, Rex just went to ruffle the Dane's blond hair as he stepped back out.
"Princess Brit boy? Is that what you're calling me now, drunken Dane? Follow me."
Grabbing Ansgar by the hand, Rex walked with the other man until they got to Mick and Ziggy's suite. Knocking the door twice, Rex then burst into another fit of giggles; his head lowering down onto Ansgar's shoulder.
"You said it." Ansgar accused pointing at Rex while trying not to sway so much he fell over.
Ansgar had to hold on to the door frame while waiting for the door to open. "PRINCESS!"
He unfortunately just as the door opens so they all hear. Ziggy just stands there and then laughs before letting them in. They were all having drinks and apparently Rex and his Dane friend were going to join. More the merrier. Ansgar just holding on to Rex and the booze bottles so nothing falls.
"I meant my hair is like a prince not ME as a PRINCESS!"
Rex now shouting the word back at his drunken Dane friend as the door opened on them both. Mick was sat on the bed drinking with Weird along with Ziggy and Gloria. The drinking party now being joined by one trashed Brit and one smashed Dane. Weird just smirking at his brother's condition, knowing he'd had a skin full. Mick giggling because he'd not see Rex quite so drunk before.
"Let's get inside, drunken Dane."
Mick just getting up to pour himself another gin and then offering both Gloria and Ziggy a top up in their glass. Weird filling his own glass up with whiskey.
"What happened to you?"
Weird asking his brother what happened but already knowing since the Dane was trashed as much as he was. Rex giggled and nearly fell into the room, Mick grabbing onto the bassist's arm to steady him.
"Princess boy? Is this what you're calling me now??"
Rex just collapsed into a fit of giggles, grabbing hold of Mick's shirt so he didn't fall over. The guitarist just placing Rex into a chair quickly before the bassist fell down. Bloody hell! How much had he drunk with the smashed Dane? Weird just shaking his head smirking.
"Come on, Weird. Try some of this bottle of booze Ansgar has brought from his room. You'll love it."
Rex pointing to the bottles the Dane had. They were going to get the stoic bassist smashed.
"You called yourself the princess." Ansgar is barely able to contain the giggles. He tried to take one of the bottles of Akvavit over to Rex and ended up tipping right over on the chair and slipping on to the floor. The Dane is trashed.
"Get some glasses." Ansgar tells them while holding up the bottle of Akvavit, though the Brits might not realize that is what it is since the whole label is in Danish.
Rex just as trashed as the Dane laughing hard at when Ansgar fell over. Mick just giggling at the two while Weird sat calmly in the chair drinking his whiskey. What a fucking trashfire this was going to be. Mick eyeing up the bottle carefully not being able to read what it says. Was it Mule? Rex getting the glasses and giving everyone their own.
"Oh bloody hell is that Mule? Fuck. That stuff trashes me, mate. Not sure about you and Weird here though."
Mick just glancing between the two brothers. One completely smashed the other nearly totally sober.
"He brought it from home because he's a naughty, fluffy Dane."
Rex just giggling and then getting up to pull on some of Ansgar's fluffy blond hair. It was so soft! Mick and Weird knew that Rex was smashed and had a crush on the Dane. The booze bottle would remain a mystery until all men drank some. Mick taking his glass and knowing it would be rude not to join in.
"If it is Mule then I might get hot and take my clothes off."
Weird just smirking because everyone knew this was true. At least Mick didn't have far to go if he did pass out. The bed just being behind them all.
"We can take drink! We're just not as trashy as you Danes. Isn't that right, Weird? You need to drink all of that and have some fun! Boring brother!"
Rex putting his hand on Ansgar's head, ruffling his blond hair and giggling. Weird just staring at his glass before trying some of the liquid. It was strong and had a strange taste but he drank it none the less. Mick sniffed at his and then tasted some slowly, knowing full well what it was. Fuck, it was Mule! But stronger.
"Drink up, everyone. Ansgar is being a nice Dane to us here. I'm his princess."
The smashed bassist kissing the Dane on his cheek.
"You're so trashed on half what I had." Ansgar is red cheeked from laughing and booze. He's taking big drinks from his glass because there's another whole bottle where he left it on the dresser by the door.
The hands in his hair felt good and he leaned into the kiss. Ansgar was notorious for getting trashed and sleeping with people which was why Torden and the other Danes tended to keep an eye on him.
"Me? Look at you then! You're a drunken Danish mess. Pretty blondie."
Rex just laughed and couldn't help but hear Mick snort out with laughter as well as Weird just offering his brother a look. These two. They would be feeling all of this in the morning and Mick felt sorry for Rex knowing he'd be likely throwing up or clutching his head come morning.
"You two are so fucking drunk. Look at you."
Mick just sipping his drink very slowly because he didn't want to get trashed and miss out on the fun between Rex and his drunken Danish friend who he was now putting his arms behind Ansgar's head, hugging him sort of.
"Princess." He shot back at the pretty blonde comment.
Ansgar could usually wake up pretty clear headed unless he really chugged a lot of booze. This was rather normal.
"I'm not even close to drunk." He just laughed and pointed at the blonde Brit. "Aarne told me a glass of mule had you naked and falling on the floor so much he had to carry you to your girlfriend's bed."
"Does this mean you'll visit me in my luxurious castle?"
The Brit just giggling more, feeling the booze heat up his cheeks so he was flush, burying his face slightly in Ansgar's hair. Rex hadn't drank this much in a long time and Weird knew more than anything at just how trashy his brother could get once smashed. Mick nearly choked on his mouthful of booze at the Dane's words.
"It was more than a bloody glass, mate. Give or take it was around six or seven I think. I get too hot drinking this stuff so I'm taking it slowly. Makes me take my clothes off."
"You have a fucking cheap hotel room like the rest of us. LIAR!"
It was a playful accusation and Ansgar leaned his head back to look up at Rex. It left his head leaning on the chair between the Brit's legs while giggling wildly.
"Was it?" Ansgar taunted. "Drink this bottle with me then and we will see if you're rolling around naked on the floor!"
"My castle is not fucking cheap! Rude blondie boy. How about nice silken sheets to rest your drunken ass on?"
Rex was now saying things he had no idea about. Words just spouting out of his mouth drunkenly because he was gulping down the Mule at a rate, giggling at everything. Just seeing the Dane in between his legs got another feeling pulling at his insides. Ansgar was hot. Mick just shook his head, laughing softly.
"Fuck, mate. You get me drinking all of that and I'll strip for sure and get wasted. Someone will have to carry me up to the bed because my legs won't work."
"OH! Are you like Hunter toting around silk sheets for your prissy ass?"
Ansgar was a riot when drunk and once someone started with him he could tease like crazy, both verbally and without realizing it physically.
"So you are a fucking drink baby!" Ansgar couldn't say more since he was squirming away and screaming from Rex's touch. The notorious Soeren ticklishness held true for the oldest of them too.
"Hunter? He likes leopard print on everything! I don't. Will you let down your blond hair for me, Rapunzel? Maybe I could pull on it and you get naked."
Rex just giggling wildly, near toppling onto Ansgar from where he was sitting. What a trashfire. Weird just finishing his glass and feeling a slight euphoria from drinking the strong booze but nowhere near trashed yet. It would take more to get the stoic bassist drunk for sure.
"Who are you calling a drink baby, mate? Fuck off am I."
Mick just shaking his head, still smiling but wanting to prove he could do this. Downing his Mule in one go. In one fucking go. Weird knowing that this would not end well for Mick as well as his brother.
"Aren't you glam and a princess like him?" Ansgar made a kissy face at the Brit before taking a sip of his drink. "I'm not the one that drinks and gets naked. That's Mick."
Which was only a partial truth. Ansgar certainly would end up naked with people a lot while drunk.
"Come over here! I'll fill it back up." Who knew which Brit he was talking to, all of them maybe but the way Rex was leaning on his was distracting for his trashed mind.
"That's one, blondie! Five more to go." Ansgar is laughing and holding out the bottle toward Mick.
"Yes, I am a glam rock bassist like my boring SOBER brother here. Drink up, Weird! Here---let me help you."
Rex getting up, careful to step around Ansgar but aiming to walk towards his brother but failing, instead getting his foot caught on Mick's leg, toppling over onto the floor, rolling around laughing.
"Bloody hell, mate---are you alright?"
Mick getting his glass filled by Ansgar's bottle then holding his freshly filled glass above his head so that the smashed bassist didn't fall onto it. Weird just rolling his eyes at the drunken sight on the floor. Helping Rex to his feet, Mick then dumped Rex into the chair, pushing his blond hair back.
"Blondie? You're just as blond as me, mate. You drunken bastard. Five more? Fuck."
The guitarist just giggling and sitting back down again.
Then he was laughing so hard that he choked on his drink watching Rex sprawl on the floor. The Dane was useless and stayed out of the way. He knew he was too drunk to help another smashed drunk up, especially one taller than him.
"I'm a Viking Dane we're all blonde." Ansgar downed his drink refilled it and wiggled the bottle at Mick. "You wanted to be hot shit so drink up."
"You hear that, Weird? Ansgar says being sober sucks and he's right! Come on---live a little you boring bastard."
The drunken bassist now shoving his own full glass towards Weird who just stared at it and shook his head. Nope. He had his own and was drinking it at a steady pace. The liquor was strong and no doubt he might get drunk but no where near as smashed as his brother was right now. Mick was just finding this all hilarious as he drank his mule, giggling because he was getting drunk fast.
"Oh, how about I take some photos of us all together like this!"
Rex pulling out his camera from his jacket pocket, trying to hold onto it since he was so drunk. He took a few snaps but didn't know if they would turn out ok because his aim was all off. Mick took Ansgar's drink offered to him and sipped it slowly.
Ansgar was pleased that the Brit was going along with his demands. He's still sitting on the floor, practically being held upright by leaning against Rex's leg.
"You're too drunk for a fucking camera." Ansgar starts laughing as he watches Rex trying to point the lens and keep it steady.
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Ansgar half walked, half stumbled out of the elevator and to his room. Going inside he had, easily, 20 bottles of booze and got three bottles of Akvavit.
"Where's this other room, princess brit boy?"
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Rex just collapsed in a fit of giggles near falling onto the drunken Dane next to him because he hadn't realised what he'd said. Princely brother Weird? The whole thing was fucking hilarious. Waiting outside as Ansgar got the booze, Rex just went to ruffle the Dane's blond hair as he stepped back out.
"Princess Brit boy? Is that what you're calling me now, drunken Dane? Follow me."
Grabbing Ansgar by the hand, Rex walked with the other man until they got to Mick and Ziggy's suite. Knocking the door twice, Rex then burst into another fit of giggles; his head lowering down onto Ansgar's shoulder.
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Ansgar had to hold on to the door frame while waiting for the door to open. "PRINCESS!"
He unfortunately just as the door opens so they all hear. Ziggy just stands there and then laughs before letting them in. They were all having drinks and apparently Rex and his Dane friend were going to join. More the merrier. Ansgar just holding on to Rex and the booze bottles so nothing falls.
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Rex now shouting the word back at his drunken Dane friend as the door opened on them both. Mick was sat on the bed drinking with Weird along with Ziggy and Gloria. The drinking party now being joined by one trashed Brit and one smashed Dane. Weird just smirking at his brother's condition, knowing he'd had a skin full. Mick giggling because he'd not see Rex quite so drunk before.
"Let's get inside, drunken Dane."
Mick just getting up to pour himself another gin and then offering both Gloria and Ziggy a top up in their glass. Weird filling his own glass up with whiskey.
"What happened to you?"
Weird asking his brother what happened but already knowing since the Dane was trashed as much as he was. Rex giggled and nearly fell into the room, Mick grabbing onto the bassist's arm to steady him.
"He called me a princess."
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Ansgar went inside with Rex. Ansgar goes over to intervene where Mick is pouring drinks. "NO! We brought better."
He put the Akvavit bottles down. "We're drinking, aren't we princess boy?"
Ansgar has to lean on whatever is available while he giggles.
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Rex just collapsed into a fit of giggles, grabbing hold of Mick's shirt so he didn't fall over. The guitarist just placing Rex into a chair quickly before the bassist fell down. Bloody hell! How much had he drunk with the smashed Dane? Weird just shaking his head smirking.
"Come on, Weird. Try some of this bottle of booze Ansgar has brought from his room. You'll love it."
Rex pointing to the bottles the Dane had. They were going to get the stoic bassist smashed.
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"Get some glasses." Ansgar tells them while holding up the bottle of Akvavit, though the Brits might not realize that is what it is since the whole label is in Danish.
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Rex just as trashed as the Dane laughing hard at when Ansgar fell over. Mick just giggling at the two while Weird sat calmly in the chair drinking his whiskey. What a fucking trashfire this was going to be. Mick eyeing up the bottle carefully not being able to read what it says. Was it Mule? Rex getting the glasses and giving everyone their own.
"Oh bloody hell is that Mule? Fuck. That stuff trashes me, mate. Not sure about you and Weird here though."
Mick just glancing between the two brothers. One completely smashed the other nearly totally sober.
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"I brought this from home." That wasn't a confirmation or denial though Mick should know the taste of Mule and this was extra strong.
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Rex just giggling and then getting up to pull on some of Ansgar's fluffy blond hair. It was so soft! Mick and Weird knew that Rex was smashed and had a crush on the Dane. The booze bottle would remain a mystery until all men drank some. Mick taking his glass and knowing it would be rude not to join in.
"If it is Mule then I might get hot and take my clothes off."
Weird just smirking because everyone knew this was true. At least Mick didn't have far to go if he did pass out. The bed just being behind them all.
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"You Brits can't take drink." Ansgar was on the floor again, sitting up against Rex's leg and drinking from a glass for now.
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Rex putting his hand on Ansgar's head, ruffling his blond hair and giggling. Weird just staring at his glass before trying some of the liquid. It was strong and had a strange taste but he drank it none the less. Mick sniffed at his and then tasted some slowly, knowing full well what it was. Fuck, it was Mule! But stronger.
"Drink up, everyone. Ansgar is being a nice Dane to us here. I'm his princess."
The smashed bassist kissing the Dane on his cheek.
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The hands in his hair felt good and he leaned into the kiss. Ansgar was notorious for getting trashed and sleeping with people which was why Torden and the other Danes tended to keep an eye on him.
"You're a fucking drunk princess."
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Rex just laughed and couldn't help but hear Mick snort out with laughter as well as Weird just offering his brother a look. These two. They would be feeling all of this in the morning and Mick felt sorry for Rex knowing he'd be likely throwing up or clutching his head come morning.
"You two are so fucking drunk. Look at you."
Mick just sipping his drink very slowly because he didn't want to get trashed and miss out on the fun between Rex and his drunken Danish friend who he was now putting his arms behind Ansgar's head, hugging him sort of.
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Ansgar could usually wake up pretty clear headed unless he really chugged a lot of booze. This was rather normal.
"I'm not even close to drunk." He just laughed and pointed at the blonde Brit. "Aarne told me a glass of mule had you naked and falling on the floor so much he had to carry you to your girlfriend's bed."
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The Brit just giggling more, feeling the booze heat up his cheeks so he was flush, burying his face slightly in Ansgar's hair. Rex hadn't drank this much in a long time and Weird knew more than anything at just how trashy his brother could get once smashed. Mick nearly choked on his mouthful of booze at the Dane's words.
"It was more than a bloody glass, mate. Give or take it was around six or seven I think. I get too hot drinking this stuff so I'm taking it slowly. Makes me take my clothes off."
Mick giggling softly whilst making eyes at Ziggy.
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It was a playful accusation and Ansgar leaned his head back to look up at Rex. It left his head leaning on the chair between the Brit's legs while giggling wildly.
"Was it?" Ansgar taunted. "Drink this bottle with me then and we will see if you're rolling around naked on the floor!"
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Rex was now saying things he had no idea about. Words just spouting out of his mouth drunkenly because he was gulping down the Mule at a rate, giggling at everything. Just seeing the Dane in between his legs got another feeling pulling at his insides. Ansgar was hot. Mick just shook his head, laughing softly.
"Fuck, mate. You get me drinking all of that and I'll strip for sure and get wasted. Someone will have to carry me up to the bed because my legs won't work."
Rex tickled Ansgar under the chin playfully.
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Ansgar was a riot when drunk and once someone started with him he could tease like crazy, both verbally and without realizing it physically.
"So you are a fucking drink baby!" Ansgar couldn't say more since he was squirming away and screaming from Rex's touch. The notorious Soeren ticklishness held true for the oldest of them too.
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Rex just giggling wildly, near toppling onto Ansgar from where he was sitting. What a trashfire. Weird just finishing his glass and feeling a slight euphoria from drinking the strong booze but nowhere near trashed yet. It would take more to get the stoic bassist drunk for sure.
"Who are you calling a drink baby, mate? Fuck off am I."
Mick just shaking his head, still smiling but wanting to prove he could do this. Downing his Mule in one go. In one fucking go. Weird knowing that this would not end well for Mick as well as his brother.
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Which was only a partial truth. Ansgar certainly would end up naked with people a lot while drunk.
"Come over here! I'll fill it back up." Who knew which Brit he was talking to, all of them maybe but the way Rex was leaning on his was distracting for his trashed mind.
"That's one, blondie! Five more to go." Ansgar is laughing and holding out the bottle toward Mick.
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Rex getting up, careful to step around Ansgar but aiming to walk towards his brother but failing, instead getting his foot caught on Mick's leg, toppling over onto the floor, rolling around laughing.
"Bloody hell, mate---are you alright?"
Mick getting his glass filled by Ansgar's bottle then holding his freshly filled glass above his head so that the smashed bassist didn't fall onto it. Weird just rolling his eyes at the drunken sight on the floor. Helping Rex to his feet, Mick then dumped Rex into the chair, pushing his blond hair back.
"Blondie? You're just as blond as me, mate. You drunken bastard. Five more? Fuck."
The guitarist just giggling and sitting back down again.
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Then he was laughing so hard that he choked on his drink watching Rex sprawl on the floor. The Dane was useless and stayed out of the way. He knew he was too drunk to help another smashed drunk up, especially one taller than him.
"I'm a Viking Dane we're all blonde." Ansgar downed his drink refilled it and wiggled the bottle at Mick. "You wanted to be hot shit so drink up."
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The drunken bassist now shoving his own full glass towards Weird who just stared at it and shook his head. Nope. He had his own and was drinking it at a steady pace. The liquor was strong and no doubt he might get drunk but no where near as smashed as his brother was right now. Mick was just finding this all hilarious as he drank his mule, giggling because he was getting drunk fast.
"Oh, how about I take some photos of us all together like this!"
Rex pulling out his camera from his jacket pocket, trying to hold onto it since he was so drunk. He took a few snaps but didn't know if they would turn out ok because his aim was all off. Mick took Ansgar's drink offered to him and sipped it slowly.
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"You're too drunk for a fucking camera." Ansgar starts laughing as he watches Rex trying to point the lens and keep it steady.
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