Sigurd "Does It Deeper" Magnusson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
basmastare) wrote2022-01-10 09:58 pm
basmastare) wrote2022-01-10 09:58 pm
A Danish Cherry Popping
[From here.]
It was around an hour or so later that Sigurd had gotten back to the hotel after popping into a perfume shop on the way home from the bar to pick up Lars some expensive perfume. The tarty drummer had accepted this as an apology after being dumped at the bar with many horny men staring at him. That hadn't been pleasant at all. Sigurd, however, had ended up getting sucked by Mikkel and was now wondering where the brat had gotten to. Lars was back at their room helping himself to a drink at the mini bar, sipping on his cocktail and smoking a cigarette when he heard Sigurd finally walk into their room.
"Where the fuck have you been? I thought we could drink and watch some shitty American television in here."
Sig just rolled his eyes at Lars' idea of fun but knew the tart didn't really have anywhere else to go. Devon was no doubt with Rekker or the other Hexed members so it was time with the tart. Not wanting to be rude, Sig just patted Lars on the arm and then poured himself a large scotch. His mind was only on one thing tonight; Mikkel.
"I might be having a visitor in here soon, Lars. The brat. I think some of the other boys are down at the bar area. Ulrik might drink with you. Why don't you go and drink with him? Or that Erik boy? They're all fun people to be around."
Lars just offered a tarty pout before nodding, finishing his drink and slinking past the bassist to head downstairs to join the party there. Fuck, how much perfume was the drummer even wearing? Was that for Devon? Lars knew what was up though. Sigurd wanted the room to himself so he could fuck that Danish brat. Each to their own. If Mikkel didn't appear in the next half an hour or so then the bassist would try his room; the one he was sharing with Ansgar.
It was around an hour or so later that Sigurd had gotten back to the hotel after popping into a perfume shop on the way home from the bar to pick up Lars some expensive perfume. The tarty drummer had accepted this as an apology after being dumped at the bar with many horny men staring at him. That hadn't been pleasant at all. Sigurd, however, had ended up getting sucked by Mikkel and was now wondering where the brat had gotten to. Lars was back at their room helping himself to a drink at the mini bar, sipping on his cocktail and smoking a cigarette when he heard Sigurd finally walk into their room.
"Where the fuck have you been? I thought we could drink and watch some shitty American television in here."
Sig just rolled his eyes at Lars' idea of fun but knew the tart didn't really have anywhere else to go. Devon was no doubt with Rekker or the other Hexed members so it was time with the tart. Not wanting to be rude, Sig just patted Lars on the arm and then poured himself a large scotch. His mind was only on one thing tonight; Mikkel.
"I might be having a visitor in here soon, Lars. The brat. I think some of the other boys are down at the bar area. Ulrik might drink with you. Why don't you go and drink with him? Or that Erik boy? They're all fun people to be around."
Lars just offered a tarty pout before nodding, finishing his drink and slinking past the bassist to head downstairs to join the party there. Fuck, how much perfume was the drummer even wearing? Was that for Devon? Lars knew what was up though. Sigurd wanted the room to himself so he could fuck that Danish brat. Each to their own. If Mikkel didn't appear in the next half an hour or so then the bassist would try his room; the one he was sharing with Ansgar.
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