Sigurd was indeed dead to the world enjoying a dream about playing bass on top of a sports car going very fast. It was crazy and he was holding on with his feet somehow glued to the roof of the car. Was Ollie driving with Hans inside as a passenger? Joe and Aarne were on top of the car in front playing drums and their bass. It was fucking crazy...where would it end?

Then, came the kick.

"Ngh----"

The Swede roused himself from his crazy dream when he felt force at the back of his thigh. What the fuck? Did someone---kick him? He woke with a start and felt his eyes snap open, squinting and then feeling a warm body next to his.

"---what the fuck? Brat?---"

Half asleep, Sigurd turned to face Mikkel and wondered why he'd been kicked. On purpose? Or was the brat drunk or pissed off?