"Since when do I stink like a dirty fucking bar, brat? You're the one who gets booze thrown on you from what I've heard. Dancing all night around drunken fuckheads."

Of course he was teasing but knew full well what could happen in and around the club with a load of leering drunks. Most men went there to oogle at hot, tall sexy girls and throw booze down their necks at the same time. Mikkel coming under the hot, tall girl catagory.

"Nope. You got a problem with that, brat? You can't keep yours off my cock."

Sigurd just smirked and then slipped an arm around Mikkel's shoulder.