"We'll have one round of shots then go back I think because my old man is fucking wasted."
Mick shoving his father, who was making lewd gestures with his fingers at his son. Bloody hell, the man was a nightmare drunk. Ulrik giggled and noticed Sigurd staring, not knowing what to make of the older man trashed.
"I'm not that drunk, you cheeky lad. Just a bit."
Ivar knew the man was wasted because he could tell a drunk a mile off.
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Date: 2023-02-06 09:40 pm (UTC)Mick shoving his father, who was making lewd gestures with his fingers at his son. Bloody hell, the man was a nightmare drunk. Ulrik giggled and noticed Sigurd staring, not knowing what to make of the older man trashed.
"I'm not that drunk, you cheeky lad. Just a bit."
Ivar knew the man was wasted because he could tell a drunk a mile off.