Hans Larsson

"Don't be a bitchy bastard. Like fuck am I going to sit on a chair. I'm getting in this bitch of a hot tub with you, hot cakes."

Bjorn grinned and then stepped into the hot jets, feeling them tickle against his calves as he slowly began to step in, fully immersing himself into the hot water. It felt amazing! The Swede then paddled over to sit right next to Rekker, close enough that his body nudged up against the Brit's.

"This is so fucking amazing, I love it. Does it have different settings?"

The singer hadn't actually sat in many hot tubs unlike Hunter who spent most of his time inside the swimming pool or hot tub back at his mansion. When on tour though these things were a luxury, usually only accessible via a hotel having one. Closing his eyes for a moment Bjorn just relaxed and sighed.