Ivar noticed Mikkel wiggling his finger at him so set his drink down on the bar top and walked over, loving how flexible and talented Mikkel really was. Sigurd was a lucky man indeed.

"You're offering a good show. Ted will have to pay to get his shirt back."

The drummer's eyes glancing over to where Ted was throwing bills at a girl who was now sliding down the pole with the man's shirt in her hands. Mick was smoking and trying to chill out, which was hard having a drunk father causing all kinds of chaos.