Ivar was up to following the group around to share some drinks and chill out with the new boy, Syn. Oh, he was so fucking cute. Fredrik giggled into Mikkel's hair and did notice the way the drummer was staring at the American.

"You reckon he likes Syn? Ted has his hands full at the moment too. Mick must be so embarrassed. If he drinks more Mule maybe he'll get hot and strip like he always does."

That caused Fredrik to laugh. Ted held Syn close on his lap so that the young girl didn't topple off because he knew he was drunk and she might be too. Mick swallowed more Mule and could feel the burn coat his throat.

"I'm up for seeing you dance, mate. Don't you be getting any stupid ideas though, dad."

Mick waving his finger at his drunken father, who in turn, giggled and downed the rest of his drink, hiccupping a little.