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

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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"Fredrik is here, snuggling with the brat."

Syn sent Sigurd another picture from when Mikkel was first walking down the stage so he could see the full outfit.

Sigurd frowned and got slightly worried as to who was sending him photos of brat. He hoped it wasn't some pervert or weirdo that had grabbed Mikkel's phone and started taking photos in the club. The Swede's instinct snapping into action with a cause of worry.

"Who the fuck is this? What's your name and where are you?"

Mikkel's safety and decency was at stake here.

"Down at the Body Shop." You are such a dad."

Syn couldn't stop the giggles. This was too funny and he was now seeing that the Dane was right, Sigurd did act like an angry dad.

"The Body Shop? Right, I'm coming down."

There was no stopping Sigurd, who was now making his way down to catch a taxi to the Body Shop. He had to find brat and make sure he was ok and whoever this mystery caller was he needed to understand it all. Even if it was one of Mikkel's friends playing a prank Sigurd just wanted to make sure Mikkel was safe and alright.

Fuck! The photos this sender was messaging him---Mikkel was dressed in a lewd kinky outfit that got the Swede hot in all places.

"You can't stay away from the dirty dance outfits."

Syn shoved his phone away and started laughing so much as he rejoined the others. He supposed whether they stayed or not would be based on the condition of Mick's father.

Ted came over to pet Syn on the shoulder playfully as he was in a good mood after watching the strippers and throwing dollar bills at them. Mick had managed to scrub some of the lipstick off his father's shirt which read "SEXY DAD" now instead of DADDY.

"Thanks for inviting me along, girls, lads. It's been a laugh so far. What are we doing next?"

Ted noticing Mick putting his arm around his dad just in case he decided to saunter off and start talking to the strippers off stage.

Syn panicked for a moment because wasn't Sigurd coming. They couldn't leave now. He smiled. "We should finish our drinks first."

That should buy them some time. How far away was the Swede? Syn had no idea but grinned and went back to his seat. "Maybe we should have a round of shots?"

Not that the Brit needed them but that would take some time to get together for this many people.

Sigurd was indeed on his way and would probably arrive at the club in under fifteen minutes. Ted laughed at the prospect of more booze and doing shots with everyone else. This should be fun! Fredrik was all up for it too, squeezing Mikkel's hand and kissing the Dane's ear.

"Shots! Sexy Daddy should go first since he's our guest tonight."

Mick just shot an amused look at what Fredrik just called his father. Would this be his nickname throughout his whole stay with the tour? Possibly.

Mikkel laughed and then got excited. "We should do Sugar Daddy shots."

Aarne had been quiet with Ulrik but that had him laughing. "There's a sugar Daddy Shot?"

OH that was the best thing Aarne had heard in a long time.

Syn nodded. "I'll go get them." He headed to the bar to get the shots, wondering if he should get an extra one for Sigurd.

Mick laughed at there being a sugar daddy shot. Of course there was. This one was also suited to Sigurd and all the other sugar daddies on the tour, which there were quite a few at this point. The Sterlings all being daddies.

"Perfect! I'm no one's sugar daddy but they sound good. You should have one too, lad. I heard from some of the other band members that you like DIRTY PUSSY cocktails!"

Mick now blushing red at his father shouting out the words dirty pussy so half the bloody bar could hear. Ulrik giggled and also blushed because he liked girls so that could mean him too, yes?

"Bloody hell, dad! Keep your voice down."

Syn paused. "They have Dirty Pussys here. We can do those as shots next."

He then went on to the bar. Mikkel was pulling Fredrik to the chair and snickered so much. "Ulrik, you need one of those too."

Of course they had dirty pussies. How could they not at a strip club? Mick just shook his head laughing while Ulrik blushed at Syn's words. No doubt if Dee were here too the young Swede would be trying to hide. That or he'd drink and slide under the table.

"Yeah---but I think Mick needs it more because he gets drunk, naked and talks pussy Aarne says."

Ted now sliding his shirt back over his head still with smudged lipstick writing over his chest. Sigurd getting ever closer to the club...

Aarne started to giggle. "With how you looked at Mikkel, you need that too. You must be dirty too."

Had to call what was true and tease all the while. Once the shots were ordered Syn came back to the table. One of dancers or servers would bring them over to the table when they were done.

"He's a dirty old man, aren't you?"

Mick nudging his dad who was laughing and sitting at the table hoping to get some more booze inside of him because the lights had made him hot and thirsty. Ulrik didn't really want that much more booze so ordered a jug of ice cold water from the server too. He didn't want to slide under the table when they had Mick's father as a guest.

"It runs in the family, lad."

Ted getting back at his son watching the shots being ordered.

Aarne started to giggle. "I've never seen Mick flash money to strippers for a kiss."

The old man had to get teased. It would be a crime not to tease him. Mikkel cuddled up with Fredrik and was looking forward to getting something to drink.

"I don't need to flash money to strippers because I've got a beautiful fiancee. She's all I want to ever see strip."

Mick winked at Aarne and then nudged his father because bloody hell! He had been a handful tonight as always when he got rowdy and was let free from his wife. Elsie didn't need to know about what he got up to tonight.

"Is that what you want tonight, lad? Pussy? Does Ziggy blow you then---"

Mick just smacked his father on the shoulder while Fredrik and Ulrik giggled at Ted's lewd mouth.

"Shut up you dirty old bastard!"

Aarne was going to let Mick get harassed alone.

"Is that what you're getting... pussy and a cock suck when you get back to your wife?" The Fin had no filter at all. "I heard from Rekker she's a pretty blonde."

Ted just burst out laughing because Aarne had no filter just like him and the whole thing was causing Ulrik to giggle whilst blushing. Fredrik tickled Mikkel softly on the neck a little but then heard heeled boots clipping towards them on the wooden floor behind. Oh? Turning his head, Fredrik let out a squeak because it was Daddy! Sigurd was here!

"Dirty Daddy is here, Mikkel. Look!"

Mick frowned at hearing that as he too stared across the busy dancefloor to see the tall dark-haired Swede walking through the crowds of people. He looked pissed or worried. Maybe both. Fuck, was he ok? Why was he here? How did he even know that Mikkel was dancing here tonight?

Mikkel was giggling from the tickling. The Dane turned too and squealed. "Daddy!"

He didn't know why Sigurd was here but maybe he just went to the usual places Mikkel worked to find him. Mikkel bounded up from the chair and ran over to Sigurd for a hug.

Sigurd instantly grabbed Mikkel and pulled him in for a tight hug. He was safe, wasn't he? Fredrik was here and Aarne along with others from the bands and some strangers too. An older man and young blond boy.

"Are you alright? I got phone messages from someone and photos of you on the pole. Fuck, I was worried, Mikkel."

The worry shown all over the older man's face but rapidly disappearing knowing brat was with friends. He still wanted to know who sent the photos though.

Mikkel hugged the Swede tight and could feel the tremble from his worry.

"I was just dancing." He stroked the bassist's hair and glanced at the other people. "I'm fine. We brought Mick's dad out to the strip club to have some fun."

The Dane wasn't yet thinking about who sent the pictures but it could have been anyone tormenting Sigurd. Mikkel was still in what he was wearing on the stage but he was just glad to see Sigurd whatever the reason.

Sigurd felt the worry wash away when he knew there was no foul play involved and it was more than likely someone in the group messing around with phones and cameras. Of course. Mick's father? Sigurd noticed the older blond man and saw the likeness in his face and build. Didn't he have a wife?

"I know. This outfit---it's fucking hot, brat. Wait until I get you back to our room."

The Swede whispering into the Dane's ear; his breath tickling the back of Mikkel's ear while Fredrik came bounding over to jump onto Mikkel's back.

"Daddy! We hoped you would show up tonight because Mikkel has a new outfit to show off."

Fredrik giggling and knowing full well how Sigurd would react, judging by the once over he was giving the young Dane. Ivar and Ulrik sat at the table talking and drinking while Ted Ronno got up to meet the newcomer.

"Hello, lad. I'm Ted Ronno. Mick's dad. We're having a blast here tonight."

Sigurd nodded, shaking the older man's hand and reading what was on his shirt. "SEXY DAD." Really?

"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."

"You know that would rile me up, you dirty brat."

Sigurd just rolled his eyes at Mikkel being a dirty tease and wasn't sure he'd be able to stop himself if he watched the Dane dance in such a revealing outfit. Fredrik pushed his face into Mikkel's hair as they all walked back to the table where Ivar and Ulrik were sitting. Mick was also there, talking about guitars with Ulrik.

"Dirty Daddy is here!"

Fredrik needing everyone to hear this. Ted laughed at the words and realised his own t-shirt read something similar.

"I'm Sigurd, by the way. Daddy is what Mikkel and his cuddle boyfriend, Fredrik, call me."

He was addressing Ted and the new boy, who he still didn't know about.

"There aren't any rooms here. You'd have to wait until we got home." He gave Sigurd another kiss before Fredrik was pulling him back toward the others. Aarne waved and was directing the server to distribute the shots. He raised a brow at Syn when he realized there were enough here for Sigurd.

Syn looked up at Sigurd wide-eyed. Mikkel was right. He was long haired and sexy. "I'm Sydney. I met Mikkel when he was dancing during one of our shows at the Go-Go."

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