Ulrik got comfy on Aarne's lap and realised everyone was drinking Mule so downed his whiskey so his glass was now empty for his own drink of Mule. The young Swede knew how potent the drink could be for those who weren't used to it. Mick's father---was he drinking it too? Oh gods, then he would be trashed surely.

"Nice to meet you, Syn. I'm Ulrik, guitarist for Blixt and this long-legged drummer here is Ivar. He's drummer for the Harlots. Fredrik's band mate. Nice to meet you too, Mr. Ronno."

Ivar offered a little wave while passing his glass to Syn so he could get a drink of Mule. The drummer wanting to meet the young boy because he was cute and adorable looking.

"I make my own booze. Moonshine or gut rot as most band members call it. I used to have a still set up in the hotels when when stayed in New York. Then, I had a mobile one in the back of the tour bus. I take my equipment with me when we tour."

That part got Fredrik giggling because everyone got trashed on Ivar's booze.