Sigurd nodded. Making more friends was always beneficial especially if you're someone like Rekker who had trouble with mental health issues. It must be hard but Bjorn seemed to be doing some good for the ginger so he'd heard. The bassist capturing Mikkel's lips in a heated kiss while his hands stroked down the Dane's sides.

"You love having that bratty mouth wrapped around my cock. Admit it."

The elevator made a ding as they got to the top of the stairs and the doors opened. Outside Hunter was giggling drunkenly against the wall as Gilly slumped to the floor smashed out of his head. The Swede tried to pick the young drummer up but failed, just slumping to the floor himself; wine glass tipping out of his hand.

"At least you two had fun tonight."

Sigurd offering a smirk to the trashed lovers as they walked towards their room.