"I'm ok, love. Just a bit drunk because that Scandi booze was bloody strong! Maybe a hot cup of tea might help me focus a bit better. I don't want to miss out on all the hot girls in the club, do I?"

Ted giggled and then gave Syn a gently ruffle of the hair, noticing how Ivar looked at the younger blond. Oh? That was a needy stare, surely. Maybe Ted was imagining it because he was drunk. Mick would make sure his father would get something non-alcoholic to stop him from getting even more wasted.

"This will be fun!"

Fredrik now kissing Mikkel's cheek and sliding an arm around the Dane.