"A puddle of cat piss and stale beer? Thanks, brat. How fucking flattering. The stale beer is caused by idiots throwing their beer bottles on stage covering us with it. As for cat piss? No idea."

Sigurd just shook his head and couldn't believe the Dane's description of how he smelled. Did he really stink that bad? The bassist was just used to sweating on stage and getting covered in random shit from the crowd. Maybe he did need to start showering more if it bothered Mikkel.

"If you want me to shower without flowery shit then I will. Maybe something that isn't flowers? Fuck brat you are such a fussy bitch but I love you. You know I'll do anything to please your brat ass."

The Swede kissing the Dane's forehead as he then turned around so Mikkel could wash his hair. It was tangled and a mess so maybe the dancer's fingers would be able to wash it properly.

"Go ahead. I might enjoy having someone else do it for me instead of me."