"Your loss. All of us Scandi bitches are pagans and we're proud of it."

Bjorn wasn't about to push religion on the ginger bastard so just pushed his hair from his face and offered a coy stare. So, this angry ginger was Stardust's driver's younger brother? Cute. Was the older guy as fucking moody as this dude? Hopefully not. Bjorn just pulled out a bag of coke turned around facing away from Rekker, snorting a line off his hand, giggling and shoving the now empty bag inside his pants. He span around now jumping off the walls slightly with both feet and hands.

"What the fuck? How are you disgusting? People are fucking blind! You're ginger and having fucking massive hair that's long and yeah. Fuck them! You need love too, cute pie. It shouldn't be just the old man who gets all the cock."