"I'll bet on my dad passing out on booze before any of us. Even me."

Mick laughing and getting a look from his father. Oh, this was war. Ted just snorted out and shook his head. No way was he going to be first mans standing to lose a bet on drinking.

"Fat chance of that, lad. I've got years of drinking experience. You'll be sliding under that table before any of the girls here, eh?"

Ted looking at Aarne and then back to where Mikkel was sitting with her boyfriend. Mick shook his head at his father.

"Fuck off will I pass out first."