"I could dance again before we leave." Mikkel winked at him and was ready to start a bit of trouble.

The Dane pitched forward into Sigurd when Fredrik jumped on his back giggled about it. "He can't stay away from the strip clubs."

He kissed the dark haired Swede's cheek and then glanced at Aarne and Syn. One of them probably sent the pictures because Fredrik had been too busy throwing money at the stage.

Mikkel grinned. "We're getting shots. Come drink with us."