Hans Larsson

"My brain is pretty fucked too but in a different way. More self-inflicted with booze and drugs. That sort of shit. It must be rough for you though, babe."

Bjorn felt bad for the ginger Brit as he followed Rekker out of the room, wondering where they would end up next. The tour had been fun so far but the Swede wanted to know where the bedroom was and how big this rich bastard's bed was. Curiosity mostly. That and the bath because his hair was fucking wrecked from Rekker messing it up.

"You are such a tease! You just can't see that you are in those tight jeans of yours."

The Swede singer offering a teasing wink as he sidled up close to Rekker.