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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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Both groups will have stories to share once they got back to the apartments. Hunter getting booted for slapping Gilly's ass? Nothing new there. But Elsie was with them, wasn't she? Oh god. Ted burst out giggling and noticed Ulrik going wide-eyed because that must have been awkward for them all.

"I think Zig is with that group too. Fuck. Hunter and his ass slapping."

Mick just giggling a little himself because the trashy wine aunt had struck again.

"We can tell Elsie about the fun we had here then."

Fredrik now speaking up, noticing Mick just glancing between Mikkel and Aarne.

Aarne started to giggle. "He's always ass slapping."

Mikkel glanced at Mick and shrugged. "Maybe not the stripper kissing him for his shirt?"

"Definitely not that. We're not telling mam about you getting drunk off your face, throwing bills at strippers and getting kissed."

Mick poked his father in the chest playfully which caused Ted to stick his tongue out at his son. The two were like overgrown kids which Fredrik found to be cute and fun. Ivar was focusing his gaze back on Syn because he couldn't help it.

"So, you lot have been causing trouble here then? With Mick's father getting kissed by strippers.?"

Sigurd was not surprised about this at all.

"We were drinking at the Troubadour but then Mick's dad wanted to see some strippers."

Mikkel didn't mention that he was the stripper they came here to see. "We're having some shots then...?"

Mikkel looked at the others for suggestions. Would they go home because Ted was wasted?

"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.

Mikkel started to laugh at Ted and saw that Syn was blushing again at the man being so drunk.

Aarne downed his shot and got up. "I'll go down the street and get the car so he doesn't have to walk." Or more like Aarne wouldn't have to carry him.

"Good idea. We don't want him falling over onto his ass because he's an old drunk."

Mick teasing his father in good faith because he was glad Ted had enjoyed himself and lived the rock star lifestyle even for just one evening. There would be plenty of other opportunities for crazy fun along the way.

"Aarne is always carrying drunk Ronno's naked ass when he hits the Mule and passes out."

Sigurd smirking and noticing Mick's cheeks heating a little.

"Let's do our shots." Mikkel thought they should finish up and then try to get out of here.

"Are you coming back with us?" Mikkel asked Sydney, who shrugged.

"I can." Syn would have to text home to tell them he was out for the night. He was still young and lived at home.

"Ok, let's do them. Down the hatch!"

Ted laughed as he took his shot, swallowing and then slapping Mick on the back. Ivar and Ulrik both did their shots and the drummer instantly found attention in Mikkel's question to Syn. Was he coming back with them? Ivar found himself smiling because he wanted this.

"None of you tell Elsie what happened here tonight, eh? Otherwise I'll get my balls strung up I think."

Mick instantly snorted out giggles.

Mikkel and Sydney picked up their shots but they were waiting for Fredrik, and Mikkel offering Sigurd his shot. Realizing there was a shot for Sigurd AND that Syn had ordered the shots, the Dane knew who had sent those pictures.

"We shouldn't tell her a bunch of pretty girls got you drunk?" Mikkel giggled as much as Mick and was mostly teasing. Everything had been innocent and Ted didn't need to get in hot water for that.

Fredrik and Sigurd both took their shots as Ted began laughing at Mikkel's words. What would Elsie make of her husband's adventure with the Scandi "girls." Mick was glad his father had enjoyed himself and had free reign to do what he wanted without scorn from his wife.

"Oh, you wouldn't! She'd box my ears. Mick knows this."

Mick nodded and nudged his father. Sigurd could tell Ted Ronno was very like his son in the way he behaved.

Mikkel took his shot and giggled at Ted's words but it was even more intense when Sydney walked over. Mikkel leaning into Fredrik.

"I won't tell her pretty girls kissed your cheeks." Syn gave him a playful kiss on the cheek before preparing to help Mick get Ted out to the curb. Mikkel had Fredrik's hand and was leaning against Sigurd. How were they all going to fit into the car?

Ted just giggled drunkenly when Syn kissed his cheeks. These girls! What was a man to do? Mick just watched the whole display and laughed because what else could he do? His own father was so fucking drunk and being kissed on by hot Scandi boys who he thought were girls.

"Syn, you could sit on my lap if you wanted?"

Ivar now suggesting, as he waited for the car to come around with Aarne driving. Fuck, how were they all going to fit in? Sigurd would have brat on his lap and Fredrik would be stuffed in the back with them all. Mick and Ted somehow. Aarne would make it work somehow.

"Does this mean I'll have a cute girl sat on my lap?"

Mick rolling his eyes at his father.

"Ronno could sit on your lap."

Sigurd coming up with perhaps a better alternative so that it wouldn't be so bad if Elsie came up to the car and saw her husband sat with blond boys on his lap.

Mikkel glanced at Ivar and laughed even more because he had an idea of why that was being asked about.

"Sigurd could sit up from with Me and Fredrik." The idea of them both being shoved on Mikkel's lap had both the Dane, who said it, and Sydney giggling. The singer was nervous though about the invite to sit on someone's lap.

"Or Ulrik could sit on Mick's lap." Mikkel was still giggling and took both Fredrik and Sigurd's hand to head outside. Syn glanced shyly at Ivar and said nothing as he went over to help Mick with Ted.

"Oh, so if Ulrik sits on Mick's lap then who do I get on mine? I don't bite, girls."

Ted offering a cheeky wink which caused Fredrik to snort out giggles. Mick just slapped his dad on the arm for being a crass bastard. Ulrik and Ivar both smirked because the old man was a riot. Sigurd knew he'd end up with two giggling blond boys on his lap. If Rekker were here he'd find it hilarious no doubt.

"I don't mind who I sit with."

Ulrik shrugging and looking around at everyone.

Syn was giggling now too. "Not Mikkel. His daddy will bust you in the mouth if you started flirting like you were with me."

Mikkel bit his lip because Sigurd would get pissed, especially now because Mikkel could tell where the Swede's mind was already.

Syn shrugged. "If you and Ivar are going to argue over me, maybe you should sit in each other's lap and I could sit in Ulrik's so there isn't any fighting." He winked at the young guitarist because he's mostly joking around. No matter the arrangement they were all going to be smashed in the back.

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."

"You hear that Ivar? Ted says you can sit in his lap." Syn was up for causing a scene, an innocent one for the moment.

Mikkel glanced over at the two with Ted while holding the door open for them. "We have a drink that is specifically for helping with Mule hangovers."

He assumed Mick had been given it at some point. Mikkel also saw Aarne pulling up out front, perfect timing because Ted did not need to be on the street for any length of time where he might catcall someone in front of their boyfriend.

Syn chuckled at Ted. "You've had a bit too much fun for one night."

"I haven't had this much fun in years and I love it all. All you girls are bloody crazy but I love you."

Mick rolling his eyes and noticing Sigurd stifling a laugh of his own because Ronno's old man was so fucking hilarious drunk. Parents, eh? Ivar frowned a little at Syn's words but then realised the young man was being a tease. Of course he was.

"I'd rather not sit in Mr. Ronno's lap, thank you, Syn. You can sit in mine though."

Fredrik snorted giggles into Mikkel's hair because he knew what was up. Ivar was so obvious. Ted noticed the other girls across the street from them and all the naked long legs and mini skirts! Fuck! So much naked flesh the man was totally overcome by it all.

"Look at her over there! The one with the tiny pink shorts and huge legs. She's a looker."

Mick squinted over where his dad was looking and face palmed. Oh gods. He was looking at a feminine boy.

"We love being out with you, too." How could they not with how wild this had gotten in such a short period of time.

Syn looked from Ivar to Mikkel and Sigurd. "Are all these Swedes dirty for young boys like this one?" He pointed at Sigurd. Syn had realized what was up with how insistent Ivar was being.

"You're as bad as Ted wanting to touch my legs." Syn called out Ivar which sent Mikkel into snorting giggles against Sigurd. Syn was focused on who Ted was pointing out and started to giggle too. Should he tell Ted that he was looking at a boy. He glanced at Mick. "Should we tell him?"

That was definitely a boy. Syn thought he knew the guy in question which made it even funnier.

"That's good, love. Because I want to come out more often with you girls and boys. Mick here doesn't mind, do you, lad?"

Ted slapping his son on the back, which caused Mick to snort out a laugh. Fucking hell! Ulrik giggled and had to put his hand over his mouth to stop more laughter at Mr. Ronno. Having Mick's dad around was fun because the young Swede didn't have any parents of his own anymore.

"You think I want to touch your legs, love? Cheeky. I've got my wife's legs to touch later when I get back."

Mick shook his head, smirking. Oh gods. Should they tell him? Maybe not. He'd find out about everyone in due course.

"No. Let's leave it for now--"

Ted went to whistle at the "girl" from where he stood. Mick look mortified. Oh no.

"She's looking at me, look! Oh, there are some more girls like her standing smoking and drinking outside. One's winking at me and licking her lips. Dirty girl."

Mick wanted to sink into the ground it was embarrassing because they were all boys!

"Mikkel, we should take him to a show." Syn mentioned and Mikkel got wide eyed and started laughing. He could only imagine Ted drunk with all the boys backstage flirting with him because he thought they were girls. The scene was insane and so funny.

Syn chuckled as he opened the back door for Ted. "Why else would a man keep asking for me to sit in his lap?" The blonde was starting a riot but nodded at Mick when he said no.

"OH! They think you're cute Mr. Ronno. I know some of them." He was certain now that this was one of the other, newer, local glam bands.

Mikkel stared for a moment and then headed around to try and figure out how they were all going to cram into the front seat. Where were Syn's long legs going to go in the back since Aarne needed the seat back and so would they? This was going to be crazy.

"A show? What kind of show do you mean, love? One of those dirty picture ones with naked girls?"

Mick just gaped a little at his father's behaviour. Fuck! He was so drunk his mouth was running off a such a rate. The guitarist nudged his father in the ribs softly for that remark.

"Fuck, you dirty old man! You're going back to mam and going to bed. No girls and no legs for you."

Ted just stuck his tongue out at Mick and laughed, leaning slightly against Syn, without meaning to since he was so drunk. Sigurd glancing to Ivar, knowing Ted needed to sober up and go to bed. That or he'd pass out in the car or something. How were they all going to fit in?

"Um---how will we all fit in? Some of you have longer legs."

Ulrik just frowning and trying to think about it all.

"Hey, sweetcakes! Do you have a phone number?"

Ted now shouting across the street to one of the "girls" who was making a lewd gesture with her hand and mouth gesturing towards Ted. Mick wanted to die. Oh fuck.

"Syn does strip on stage sometimes." Mikkel had to say it. The mischief was too good to not take part in and it had the blonde singer blushing hard now.

Aarne got into the driver's seat so he could help from the inside with Ted who was out of his mind. "Maybe Ulrik in the middle for leg space?"

The Fin had no idea how this was going to work but he was glancing across the street. Laughing Aarne looked at Ted and shook his head. "I think you just got asked to give a blow job to someone, Ted."

Syn was holding Ted up and shook his head. "You don't want that one. They fuck everyone on the strip that will get in their bed."

Syn made a disgusted face because the idea of someone that slutty and the prospect of a disease or crabs was gross.

"Oh, she does? Naughty."

Ted giggled drunkenly and then leant more towards Mick, holding onto his son for more support. Was he trashed? Oh yes. Ivar was now staring harder at Syn for knowing about the whole stripping thing. Was his mind going places? Yes, it was.

"You don't want to go over there, Mr. Ronno. Stay with us."

Fredrik now sensing the intent over by the group of glam boys, knowing full well that Mick's father was a virgin to all this rock star behaviour and some people weren't so nice. Mick nodded and kept a tight grip on his father.

"Shhh, dad. Calm down, eh? Maybe have a rest in the car."

Ted could see his son was getting a little upset so nodded and did indeed reign himself in slightly and ignore the girls from across the road. Elsie would probably want to see what state her husband was in once he got home.

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