"My brother often says I have a loose mouth after a few drinks. He needs to lighten up a bit now he has his nurse girlfriend."
Rex wondered how much of a riot Torden really was but could guess he was trashy just as Ansgar and some of the others were. The bassist was no so drunk he couldn't help but giggle and take another shot of booze.
"Erotic play? Sounds kinky. Luckily, I've never had one on stage."
"We should and I know Gilly and Mick would be onboard with this too. Just to see Weird lighten up and become smashed. Joe should bring his camera."
Rex giggled because the booze was getting to him. Ansgar really was so attractive and cute with the Brit not being able to hide the blush on his cheeks, mostly due to the booze but also his desire for the hairy Dane.
"Once I woke up and all my clothes had gone. Some bitch had stolen them and sold them to all of her friends."
Ansgar giggled with raised brows that made him look like he was a bad school boy. "Does he get shitfaced on Akvavit? I heard you Brits can't handle mule."
Oh, he would totally get someone's brother trashed and laugh the whole time.
"Were you in your hotel?" That wouldn't be the worst at least.
"Yes, I was in the hotel, thank god. Somehow, I managed to get my clothes back via my agent and the cleaning lady. Don't ask."
Rex just giggling into his glass which was now near empty. How much had he drunk? Fuck knew. Ansgar seemed just as trashed. As for Weird getting shitfaced, Rex had only seen that a few times in his life.
"You know I'm not sure. He might. We should get him trashed and see what he does. Before he's just gone crazy and it's a fucking hilarious sight."
"Lucky." Ansgar imagined it could have gone so much worse. Ansgar is a disaster and always drunk but he was used to this level of drunk. Ansgar was already refilling his own drink.
"Tonight?" Ansgar is up for making chaos any time and this sounded fun. He'd got his own brother trashed to watch him get crazy, why not Rex's too.
It could have ended up so much worse but thank goodness it didn't. Rex was over that encounter with groupies although he knew it might not be the last. Ansgar was pure trouble and the bassist loved this. Weird was such a stick in the mud and he needed some more fun in his life.
"He's dating that hot nurse, Gloria. Kinky bastard with a nurse fetish. Let's get him smashed. I can take some photos with my camera."
Pulling out his camera from his jacket pocket, Rex giggling mischievously. At this rate Rex was the one who was going to be passed out somewhere even before he got one shot off.
"She does? Then, she can help us get my brother trashed. Perfect."
Rex just couldn't help but snort out a giggle as he finished what was left in his glass. He was drunk himself, trashed but not too far gone so that he couldn't walk. Perhaps it would be best if the two found Weird now before they drank too much and couldn't move.
"Let's go now. Otherwise I might fall asleep in this chair on this fucking strong booze."
It was all good fun. Where was Weird? Wasn't he drinking with the Spiders?
"She does. Straight whiskey." Ansgar was impressed and then giggled as he tried to push the Brit out of the booth.
"What should we give him?" He was asking but almost too drunk to stand up. He'd been drinking for a long time. "Brits can't handle Akvavit. Even that punk gets kicked to the ground by Mule."
"Strong girl. My brother drinks whiskey, gin and whatever else. I've never seen him lose control or get smashed. Tonight will be different."
Rex laughed as he felt the Dane shove him out of the booth, nearly falling forwards onto his face as his legs didn't want to cooperate at all. Grabbing his camera the Brit grabbed onto Ansgar and held onto his arm. The Dane was smashed.
"I've heard about Ronno stripping and getting carried back to Ziggy by Aarne. It trashes all of us, mate."
"Is she American? I heard she was." He's trying to focus on something other than giggling and holding on to the Brit for dear life. Walking upstairs was going to be a riot.
"We start sneaking mule at 12.. it's what we all do." Maybe that was why the Danes could handle it and the other Scandinavians. They drank it longer. Ansgar's drunk brain figured that sounded right. "We can stop at my room and get a couple bottles.
"Yes, I think she is. 12? That's quite early to be drinking booze but I think we've all done it. I was 14 when I tried some of my dad's whiskey. Got smashed and ended up with my head buried down the toilet all night. That was after I got my ears boxed by my father."
Rex just shook his head laughing as they walked up the stairs or at least attempted too very slowly. The Brit slipping his arm around the shorter man, making sure he didn't fall over.
"Sounds good. We can get the bottles then go to Mick's room. That's where Weird usually hangs out to drink."
"Our parents didn't care what happened to us." Ansgar shrugged but didn't want to talk about that. Instead he focused on trying to walk.
"To the elevator." Ansgar just giggling and half dragging the Brit, half falling on him. Torden just snickering from where he was still drinking with Mikkel.
Rex couldn't help but hold Ansgar close as they walked, playfully tugging on his hair lightly because it was so soft and fluffy. The Dane had beautiful hair and the Brit just wanted to touch it. Being drunk he couldn't stop himself.
"That might be best. I don't think I can walk straight up all these stairs."
Pushing the button on the elevator both men waited for it while swaying slightly. Rex holding Ansgar close to him with an arm around the Dane's shoulder, falling into the shorter man and then feeling some of that hair tickle his nose.
Ansgar didn't notice his hair being pulled or that he was being held so closely. He was just trying to stay on his feet and stop the snorting giggles that had over taken him.
"It's not my fault so many of you Brits have flat hair." Ansgar giggled and started pulling Rex into the elevator. "You're not used to hair like ours."
The snorting was cute and Rex couldn't help but join the drunk Dane giggling and trying to stay on his own two feet. Fuck, this was hilarious. Flat hair? Rex wasn't sure what Ansgar meant by that so just shook his own wavy hair, laughing.
"Mine's not flat---it's wavy and pretty. Like a princess--"
That got the bassist laughing louder because he was trashed and didn't know half of what he was saying. The loud ding from the elevator signalled their arrival to the top floor where the rooms were.
"Time to get off, drunk Dane. Let's go and find my brother."
"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.
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Rex wondered how much of a riot Torden really was but could guess he was trashy just as Ansgar and some of the others were. The bassist was no so drunk he couldn't help but giggle and take another shot of booze.
"Erotic play? Sounds kinky. Luckily, I've never had one on stage."
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Ansgar had no idea who Rex's brother was exactly but that didn't matter.
"Germany is a wild place in the theaters." Ansgar took another shot and kept on pouring. They were going to get trashed.
"Rik talks about it all the time... What's the most embarrassing thing a groupie has done to you?"
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Rex giggled because the booze was getting to him. Ansgar really was so attractive and cute with the Brit not being able to hide the blush on his cheeks, mostly due to the booze but also his desire for the hairy Dane.
"Once I woke up and all my clothes had gone. Some bitch had stolen them and sold them to all of her friends."
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Oh, he would totally get someone's brother trashed and laugh the whole time.
"Were you in your hotel?" That wouldn't be the worst at least.
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Rex just giggling into his glass which was now near empty. How much had he drunk? Fuck knew. Ansgar seemed just as trashed. As for Weird getting shitfaced, Rex had only seen that a few times in his life.
"You know I'm not sure. He might. We should get him trashed and see what he does. Before he's just gone crazy and it's a fucking hilarious sight."
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"Tonight?" Ansgar is up for making chaos any time and this sounded fun. He'd got his own brother trashed to watch him get crazy, why not Rex's too.
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"He's dating that hot nurse, Gloria. Kinky bastard with a nurse fetish. Let's get him smashed. I can take some photos with my camera."
Pulling out his camera from his jacket pocket, Rex giggling mischievously. At this rate Rex was the one who was going to be passed out somewhere even before he got one shot off.
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Maybe Weird's girlfriend would help them get him trashed. "Should we go or have another round?"
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Rex just couldn't help but snort out a giggle as he finished what was left in his glass. He was drunk himself, trashed but not too far gone so that he couldn't walk. Perhaps it would be best if the two found Weird now before they drank too much and couldn't move.
"Let's go now. Otherwise I might fall asleep in this chair on this fucking strong booze."
It was all good fun. Where was Weird? Wasn't he drinking with the Spiders?
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"What should we give him?" He was asking but almost too drunk to stand up. He'd been drinking for a long time. "Brits can't handle Akvavit. Even that punk gets kicked to the ground by Mule."
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Rex laughed as he felt the Dane shove him out of the booth, nearly falling forwards onto his face as his legs didn't want to cooperate at all. Grabbing his camera the Brit grabbed onto Ansgar and held onto his arm. The Dane was smashed.
"I've heard about Ronno stripping and getting carried back to Ziggy by Aarne. It trashes all of us, mate."
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"We start sneaking mule at 12.. it's what we all do." Maybe that was why the Danes could handle it and the other Scandinavians. They drank it longer. Ansgar's drunk brain figured that sounded right. "We can stop at my room and get a couple bottles.
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Rex just shook his head laughing as they walked up the stairs or at least attempted too very slowly. The Brit slipping his arm around the shorter man, making sure he didn't fall over.
"Sounds good. We can get the bottles then go to Mick's room. That's where Weird usually hangs out to drink."
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"To the elevator." Ansgar just giggling and half dragging the Brit, half falling on him. Torden just snickering from where he was still drinking with Mikkel.
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"That might be best. I don't think I can walk straight up all these stairs."
Pushing the button on the elevator both men waited for it while swaying slightly. Rex holding Ansgar close to him with an arm around the Dane's shoulder, falling into the shorter man and then feeling some of that hair tickle his nose.
"Your hair is tickling my nose---"
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"It's not my fault so many of you Brits have flat hair." Ansgar giggled and started pulling Rex into the elevator. "You're not used to hair like ours."
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"Mine's not flat---it's wavy and pretty. Like a princess--"
That got the bassist laughing louder because he was trashed and didn't know half of what he was saying. The loud ding from the elevator signalled their arrival to the top floor where the rooms were.
"Time to get off, drunk Dane. Let's go and find my brother."
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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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