Mick made sure he was out of kicking distance from Mikkel's long legs when Fredrik and him started snuggling and getting close. The car wasn't big enough for all these rowdy rockstars.

"I'd love to try it. Who's to say I won't be the last man standing after all you lot end up trashed under a table somewhere."

Mick just glancing at his dad then laughing because Ted was spouting total bullshit. Of course he'd be the first to fall down drunk trying the Scandi Mule for the first time. There was no way he'd be able to handle it. Mick couldn't so his dad wouldn't.

"How about we see who remains standing after drinking loads?"

Fredrik now wanting to see who could remain sober enough to remember the night.