"Come on, dad. Let's get some fresh air as we walk to the next club."

Mick rolled his eyes at his drunken father while at the same time putting his arm around the older man's waist to support him if he wobbled whilst drunk. Just how much Mule had he drank? It was hard to say since he was drinking at the same speed as everyone else. Mick himself was a little drunk but nowhere near his father's level.

"Thanks for the Mule, girls. It's so fucking strong and good! It heated my bones up nicely."

Fredrik glanced to Mikkel and knew this night would be a chaotic shit show with everyone drunk.