Hans Larsson

"Sounds like fun, babe. This will be fucking epic!"

Bjorn poked Rekker's chest a little with his fingertip and winked at the ginger Brit. Was he excited to go around the rich metal head's L.A home? Fuck yes! It would be an experience he'd never forget.

"Who says I'll leave any glitter behind? It's stuck to me. Too much glam for your manly car, Gingerlocks?"

The Swede stuck his tongue out and giggled. The tease was too irresistible to hold back because he just laughed at whore hair. Really? It wasn't that trashy, was it? Rekker thought so at least.

"Whore hair? Yours is like fucking Rapunzel. Want to make a rope so I can climb up it and kiss you?"