Ivar found it amusing that Ted was still flirting with Syn because he was so drunk. Did he even know what he was saying? Probably not. Mick was red as a beetroot because his father was behaving like a roguish young man.

"I'm easy with whoever sits on my lap but I don't mind if Syn does."

The drummer just noticing the way Sigurd was watching him out the corner of his eye. Did the bassist know? Ivar didn't want to make it too obvious to anyone that he had interest in Syn. Mick had his father gripped around the waist so that he didn't topple forwards or fall back in his drunken state.

"As soon as we get back you're having some tea and lemon water then bed."

Ted snorted out giggles and ruffled his son's hair up.

"You sound just like Elsie, lad. Come on, live a little! We're young men and I'm not that bloody drunk, you cheeky urchin."