Don't You Go Out to No Clubs, Ted Ronno....

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Even if they all had their own partners, many of the younger musicians noticed there was another attractive, older man around. It was Rik who had told them it was Mick's father. This didn't matter but it was Ulfen that started the trajectory they were currently on. When Elsie went out shopping with the others, leaving Ted behind, the older Dane started encouraging the younger ones to take him out too.

It wasn't long before Mikkel, Aarne, and a few of the others were off to find Ted and take him out. Masculine men weren't really shoppers, or at least Mick wasn't usually, so Mikkel thought that maybe a bar would be better. Then it was the idea of taking him to a club for drinks. After all, Mikkel knew a lot more about the clubs in the area, strip clubs and dance clubs, than he did about regular bars.

This is what had the Dane scouting around the apartments for Ted Ronno this evening, dressed to the nines in his most feminine clothing. After all, Ulfen had mentioned the man like girls and not boys.

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"He's fucking loud. I love it." Aarne loved that there was someone as loud as him around.

Mikkel got in the back, pulling Fredrik along with him. Mikkel started to giggle, leaning up between the front seats to peer out at the Ronnos.

"Was that before or after the stage?" Mikkel snorted a laugh. He bet his dad saw it and then turned red himself thinking about it.

Aarne patted Mikkel's head. "Fuck yeah. Joe and I want to behind the drums."

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Mick was red as a beetroot now and putting his hand down his face because fuck! Aarne and Mikkel telling his father everything about his sex life with Ziggy. But then--the stage sex he had seen. Millions had seen that because of those fucking cameras. Ted was laughing loudly now.

"We all saw it, lad. Your mam and me sat in front of the new colour television you bought us, glued to the performance. Then, you got your tackle out in front of millions and gave Ziggy a once over."

Ted grinning and noticing Fredrik laughing into Mikkel's hair. Aarne sounded like a riot and Joe---he must be her boyfriend. Ted slowly understanding who was with who.

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Aarne was laughing so hard that he had to stop trying to start up the car.

"Don't worry Mick. Daddy does shit like that in the club too." Mikkel thought that might make the blonde feel better.

"Come on." Aarne patted the passenger seat while trying to stop his laughter.

Mikkel in the back snuggling with Fredrik. Someone was going to have to get in the back with the two blondes.

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Mick was alright, just blushing because it was embarrassing having your friends talk about your sex life in front of your own father. Ted ruffled his son's hair up and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

"Come on, lad. In you go. Want me to sit at the back with Mikkel and Fredrik or did you want to? Giggly little devils, aren't they?"

Ted looked to his son, who glanced towards Aarne then made a decision.

"I'll go at the back if you want the passenger seat, dad."

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Mikkel had all but curled up in Fredrik's lap while they waited.

"Which club should we hit first?" Aarne asked Mikkel in the back.

"The Troubadour?" Mikkel offered.

"Are you going to dance for us?" Aarne asked only to get a smack on the back of the head from Mikkel.

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Mick got into the backseat squashing up next to Fredrik who had Mikkel curled up on his lap. It was snug in the back but not as bad as having Gilly tart in your ear while sitting next to him.

"The Troubadour? I think Ziggy said that is a rock venue. Also has dancers too."

The guitarist knowing that his father would be in for a treat because the dancers were strippers. It was a well-known club in the rock world.

"Sounds good to me. I'm game for anything."

Ted getting into the passenger seat next to Aarne.

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"That's the one." Aarne confirmed and once everyone was in started the short drive to the Troubadour.

"I can get us in for free." Mikkel mentioned. "We can go in the back." There was a benefit to having danced most of the clubs in LA by this point.

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"Does it have long-legged hot girls in it?"

Mick just giving his dad a look before rolling his eyes because the man was known to flirt with younger girls when he wasn't with his wife. It was playful but it did mean he'd earn a scorning if Elsie found out.

"Nice one, mate. Thanks for doing that."

Mick patting Mikkel's arm from where he sat.

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"I dance there." Mikkel told them proudly. "Fredrik likes to come watch my legs and ass."

He had to tease the Swede a little and all that did was have Aarne snorting a giggle up front. "I don't think there's a girl in this city with legs as long as yours."

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"Well then, all the more reason for going since I bet you've got some moves with those legs of yours, love."

Ted glancing back towards Mikkel in the back seat with his boyfriend and then Mick sat beside Fredrik. What a night it was going to be! Mick just hoped his father wouldn't make a huge fool of himself in front of everyone...

"Ziggy has long legs and so does Jack. Oh, you haven't met Jack yet have you, dad?"

Oh god. Jack. What meeting would that be? Utter fucking trash is what.

"No, I haven't. Ziggy's brother? Should be good when I do."

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"Aarne, you could come dance with me." Mikkel was teasing but the Fin got excited.

"We should. Fredrik could take pictures for Joe and Sigurd." Aarne was all up for trouble.

"Jack's a prostitute." Aarne just spit it out.

"He's a dancer too." Mikkel threw in while they were talking about Ziggy's brother.

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Mick knew that his father would end up in big trouble if he started drinking heavily and getting up onto the pole. This still could happen and it just caused the guitarist to cringe slightly. They'd have to hide it from Elsie somehow.

"I'll take photos!"

Fredrik agreeing to this, now nuzzling into Mikkel's neck trying not to shove the Dane too much into Mick. Ted nearly choked at hearing this about Ziggy's brother. A---what?

"Fuck, what?! A prostitute? As in a real brothel banger?"

Mick just rolled his eyes and wanted to slap his dad on the shoulder but couldn't quite reach from where he was sat at the back.

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Mikkel was giggling from Fredrik nuzzling until Ted came out with what he said. The older Ronno was about to understand why Mikkel was called a brat.

"Well, like me, he didn't have a fucking choice but to sell his body." The snap and sass is there in the Dane's voice. "Where he lives they kill people for being like us. They tried to kill Damien for being gay."

Aarne clamped his mouth shut and glanced at Ted. He knew better than to even respond to the Dane.

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Mick just winced internally because his father had no idea about Jack or the world he came from and now he'd upset Mikkel with his loud mouth. Fuck. Ted just not expecting the young Dane girl to snap at him for saying a joke about prostitutes. She had to sell her own body? Gods, how old was she?

"Sorry, lass. I wasn't intending any insult about you or Jack."

Ted just shrugged and didn't know what else to say so just stared out of the window while they drove. He was new and didn't know the ins and outs of everyone's past or who they were, aside from those he'd just met.

"He didn't mean anything by it, mate. His big bloody mouth is what."

Mick sighed and watched Fredrik stroke Mikkel's cheek and kiss his neck, snuggling close. Mr. Ronno would soon understand so to not upset anyone without meaning to.

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"It's just his job. He's got a boyfriend." Mikkel thought that mattered for some reason. It mattered to him when people treated him like trash too even if he didn't understand why. The Dane nuzzled in against Fredrik so he could calm down. The snapping was unintentional.

Aarne sighed and started looking for somewhere to park. "That's why we call Mikkel the brat. You'll get used to the defensiveness. It's not you but how alot of the Danes grew up. It was.. bad." Aarne thought explaining to Ted now might make things easier in the future since the others sometimes got upset easily too.

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"I understand, love. We do what we must to survive in this world, eh? At least he's got someone to look after him and love him."

Ted wondered who this boyfriend was of Jack's but he decided not to poke into that right now. Today was about spending time with everyone, getting to know everybody and having some fun out in LA. Mikkel was the brat. She certainly had a mouth on her!

"How's our Mick behave once he's had a few drinks in him?"

Mick now shooting a look to his dad, trying not to smirk, because he knew his father was enticing trouble.

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"A lot of us have done.. things." Aarne pointed out. He'd been more or less a whore when he was younger, so was Sven and some of the others did questionable things to get by too.

"He strips and tells me about pussy and legs before I have to carry him to bed."

Mikkel started to laugh. "None of the Brits can handle Mule."

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Ted just had to try and guess what Aarne meant by things so just nodded and focused his attention on Aarne for a moment or two before looking out of the window. The girls had obviously had a hard time with life and it couldn't have been easy since they were both so young.

"Oh, he does? Mick Ronno, you dirty little bastard."

Mick laughed as his father turned back in his seat to slap his son's leg with his outstretched arm. It was hilarious.

"I got it from you, dad."

That got a giggle from Fredrik.

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"All the Brits do." Aarne pointed out. "Even Joe falls over from it."

Mikkel snuggled against Fredrik, giggling and trying not to kick Mick. "The Troubadour has Mule. Ted can try it."

Which was a recipe for trouble. Wasn't that what they were here for?

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Mick made sure he was out of kicking distance from Mikkel's long legs when Fredrik and him started snuggling and getting close. The car wasn't big enough for all these rowdy rockstars.

"I'd love to try it. Who's to say I won't be the last man standing after all you lot end up trashed under a table somewhere."

Mick just glancing at his dad then laughing because Ted was spouting total bullshit. Of course he'd be the first to fall down drunk trying the Scandi Mule for the first time. There was no way he'd be able to handle it. Mick couldn't so his dad wouldn't.

"How about we see who remains standing after drinking loads?"

Fredrik now wanting to see who could remain sober enough to remember the night.

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Mikkel had found a comfortable place in Fredrik's lap and gave him a kiss while giggling. Mick's dad was like all the other Brits had been when they ran into Mule for the first time.

"Are we betting?" Mikkel asked curious while snorting giggles. "If we are, I'm putting my whole month's pay on Aarne."

The Fin was notorious for being able to outdrink most of everyone else, only Ziggy's family and Harald, sometimes Ivar or Vars, had any edge on him from that Mikkel had seen.

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"I'll bet on my dad passing out on booze before any of us. Even me."

Mick laughing and getting a look from his father. Oh, this was war. Ted just snorted out and shook his head. No way was he going to be first mans standing to lose a bet on drinking.

"Fat chance of that, lad. I've got years of drinking experience. You'll be sliding under that table before any of the girls here, eh?"

Ted looking at Aarne and then back to where Mikkel was sitting with her boyfriend. Mick shook his head at his father.

"Fuck off will I pass out first."

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Aarne nodded to Mick. "I believe it. He's cocky like Viktor."

And Gods know they had put Viktor under the table more than once with booze.

"You three boys will all be sliding under the table before us girls." Aarne knew even Fredrik typically passed out before Mikkel, especially when the Dane was this wound up and ready to go.

"I think it will be Ted, Mick, Fredrik, Mikkel and then Me." Aarne was pulling up to park while talking but Mikkel nodded in agreement. He could drink quite a bit but the Fin was on a whole other level.

"You and Joe drink as much as the rest of us, except maybe my brother and Hjalmar." Those four had to be the heaviest boozers on the tour, even compared to him, Fredrik, Karl, or Bjorn. Mikkel knew he wasn't going to be out drinking Aarne without some miracle. "Pull around back. We can go in the door for the dancers."

Mikkel had taken Sigurd and Fredrik back this way into clubs before, or more likely out these doors, especially when Sigurd got in one of his moods from watching the dancing.

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"You wait lads---girls. I'll be the last bloke standing and won't that be a bloody laugh?"

Ted laughing and noticing Mick just face-palming at his father's cockiness because he was such a cocky bastard. He would get floored by the Scandis and everyone knew it. Mick looked out the car window and realised they were at the club and now going in via the back entrance.

"Ooh, we're going in the dancer entrance, are we? Should I get some moves on?"

Mick just wanting to smack his father for being a total idiot right now. Parents!

"You get moves on and everyone will leave the club, dad. You're such a fucking embarrassing bastard."

Ted clapped Mick on the head lightly as he waited for everyone else to get out.

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"Aarne drinks gallons of Jack a day. You better start praying to your gods for that." Mikkel started to laugh as he climbed out of the car.

Mikkel wasn't as phased by Ted as Aarne joined him outside of the car. "If you want half naked girls laughing at you and calling you an idiot, go right ahead."

The girls and the bands that frequented the Troubadour were a little more aggressive, or at least sassier, than some of the other places. Ted would find out in a hurry if he acted like a fool backstage, which was where they were going in.

Mikkel walked away to talk to the guard at the back entrance and it is easy to see that the security knows him though they are exchanging words about who he is bringing along. As soon as they opened the back door there is a wall of sound. Laughing girls, one of which is screaming about Mikkel appearing in the door, and the more muted sounds of the glam band out on the stage in the actual club.