It was a short walk and Mikkel nodded to Mick and mouthed the words "iced tea" to help sober the older Brit up. They could all tell him that it was a fancy drink.

The Dane was just drunk enough to nuzzle into Fredrik. He hadn't even thought about the fact that what he was wearing wasn't the best for stripping but it was too late for that now. He could borrow something.

Aarne had gone ahead and was at the door asking about a table for the group.