Sven just giggled at Mikkel's words, offering up Danish back just because he could. No one else around knew what the two men were talking about which gave the singer an ego boost and no doubt the dancer's ego too. Unless there were other Danes inside the club which Sven doubted very much. Most accents were American.
"Vodka? Godt valg, knægt."
It was a good choice indeed since the Swede often liked to get trashed on vodka. That or whiskey. Any strong booze really since it all did the same job in getting someone wrecked. Feeling the dancer slide into his lap, Sven placed a hand on Mikkel's leg as he poured them both shots. This was a good start.
"Vodka is the best." If Mikkel was going to drink then this was his choice. He offered one of the glasses before shooting down his own glass.
"Hvis du tror, mit firma er særbehandling. Hvis jeg skal sidde på en omgang, så bliver det den lækreste mand på stedet." Mikkel winked while flirting with Sven. It was harmless and playful.
"Vodka is best, sweets. You got that right. I often end up trashed just downing the whole bottle before realising I'm too drunk to fucking walk. It's always fun though. Du er den hotteste dreng i denne lort bunke hidtil."
Sven meant it because Mikkel had been drenched in booze and carried in dancing. A professional even at such a young age. The Swede drank some of his vodka and wondered if there were any other boys dancing at this place. Probably not. His secret was safe with the singer.
"Jeg er den eneste dreng her." Mikkel giggled and poured himself another shot. They were probably going to get trashed together at this rate with a whole bottle sitting on the table.
"Nej, men du er den første, der står op og danser med mig, skat." Mikkel gave Sven a quick peck on the cheek before downing another shot. He was soaked in booze and no Sven was going to be too. Oh well. That's what showers were for at the end of the night. "Har du mange strippere i dit skød?"
Mikkel is glad to be speaking Danish. It's a relief because he hadn't seen any other Danes here, besides Ansgar and Torden stopping by once. They wouldn't say anything to out him though so the language was safer.
"Jeg har været på et par stripklubber, men du er den første danske dreng, jeg har haft i mit skød før."
This was the truth since Sven had mostly had Swedish pretty boys in his lap before with some being Norwegian but never Danish. Mikkel was the first and what a first he was too. The kid was sexy; long legs, cheeky smile and that hair. Sven just wanted to spend more time with the boy even if it wasn't for any sexual reasons.
"Vil du smadres med mig, skat? Min bror venter tilbage på hotellet for mig."
Ulrik probably wondered where his brother had gotten to since he was supposed to have jumped into a taxi back at the airport and driven straight to the hotel. Oops. The older Sweden wanted to see the city and soak up some of the nightlife first. Why the fuck not? The plane ride from Swede was boring as fuck.
"Jeg er lidt jetlagged, men jeg skal være ok. Lad os drikke, søde sager."
""Du er den første blonde svensker, jeg har fået tilbudt mig en omgang."
Mikkel is definitely flirting but it isn't too serious since they've just met. However, Sven is cute enough that he gets a kiss on the cheek before Mikkel starts filling his shot glass back up.
"Vi kan drikke på hotellet, hvis du vil, i stedet for her." Mikkel knew Rik worried when he didn't come back on time so it felt right to offer. Plus, the booze would be free at the hotel. Well it would just go on the tour tab but whatever.
"Jeg kan ikke få for mange, hvis jeg kører tilbage. Rik vil flå mig, hvis jeg styrter på hans motorcykel."
"Vi kan tage tilbage til hotellet nu, hvis du vil, slik."
Sven was happy to go back to the hotel because no doubt his brother would be looking for him right now wondering where he had gotten to after departing off the plane. The trashy Swede just enjoying Mikkel's company in the strip club. But then if the boy had a bike then he shouldn't drink too much anyway.
"Du må hellere lade være med at smadre hans cykel. Hvad med at du kører tilbage med mig, og vi kan blive smadret på hotellet? Min bror venter på mig."
Ulrik probably trying to phone Sven or at least get in contact somehow. The singer sliding a hand along Mikkel's leg playfully whilst drinking large gulps of vodka. If they were about to leave then he would finish up his drink first.
Technically it was his brother's vodka but he was going to drink it anyway. Mikkel started giggling at the playful touch. His legs were genuinely ticklish and it gave him more reason to stand up.
"I should shower." He was covered in booze at this point and then immediately turned red in the cheeks thinking about Sven in the shower with him. "Are you sober enough to hold on?"
Mikkel only needed to grab his jacket on the way out.
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Sven just giggled at Mikkel's words, offering up Danish back just because he could. No one else around knew what the two men were talking about which gave the singer an ego boost and no doubt the dancer's ego too. Unless there were other Danes inside the club which Sven doubted very much. Most accents were American.
"Vodka? Godt valg, knægt."
It was a good choice indeed since the Swede often liked to get trashed on vodka. That or whiskey. Any strong booze really since it all did the same job in getting someone wrecked. Feeling the dancer slide into his lap, Sven placed a hand on Mikkel's leg as he poured them both shots. This was a good start.
"Får jeg så særbehandling?"
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"Hvis du tror, mit firma er særbehandling. Hvis jeg skal sidde på en omgang, så bliver det den lækreste mand på stedet." Mikkel winked while flirting with Sven. It was harmless and playful.
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Sven meant it because Mikkel had been drenched in booze and carried in dancing. A professional even at such a young age. The Swede drank some of his vodka and wondered if there were any other boys dancing at this place. Probably not. His secret was safe with the singer.
"Am I the first rock star to have you in my lap?"
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"Nej, men du er den første, der står op og danser med mig, skat." Mikkel gave Sven a quick peck on the cheek before downing another shot. He was soaked in booze and no Sven was going to be too. Oh well. That's what showers were for at the end of the night. "Har du mange strippere i dit skød?"
Mikkel is glad to be speaking Danish. It's a relief because he hadn't seen any other Danes here, besides Ansgar and Torden stopping by once. They wouldn't say anything to out him though so the language was safer.
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This was the truth since Sven had mostly had Swedish pretty boys in his lap before with some being Norwegian but never Danish. Mikkel was the first and what a first he was too. The kid was sexy; long legs, cheeky smile and that hair. Sven just wanted to spend more time with the boy even if it wasn't for any sexual reasons.
"Vil du smadres med mig, skat? Min bror venter tilbage på hotellet for mig."
Ulrik probably wondered where his brother had gotten to since he was supposed to have jumped into a taxi back at the airport and driven straight to the hotel. Oops. The older Sweden wanted to see the city and soak up some of the nightlife first. Why the fuck not? The plane ride from Swede was boring as fuck.
"Jeg er lidt jetlagged, men jeg skal være ok. Lad os drikke, søde sager."
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Mikkel is definitely flirting but it isn't too serious since they've just met. However, Sven is cute enough that he gets a kiss on the cheek before Mikkel starts filling his shot glass back up.
"Vi kan drikke på hotellet, hvis du vil, i stedet for her." Mikkel knew Rik worried when he didn't come back on time so it felt right to offer. Plus, the booze would be free at the hotel. Well it would just go on the tour tab but whatever.
"Jeg kan ikke få for mange, hvis jeg kører tilbage. Rik vil flå mig, hvis jeg styrter på hans motorcykel."
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Sven was happy to go back to the hotel because no doubt his brother would be looking for him right now wondering where he had gotten to after departing off the plane. The trashy Swede just enjoying Mikkel's company in the strip club. But then if the boy had a bike then he shouldn't drink too much anyway.
"Du må hellere lade være med at smadre hans cykel. Hvad med at du kører tilbage med mig, og vi kan blive smadret på hotellet? Min bror venter på mig."
Ulrik probably trying to phone Sven or at least get in contact somehow. The singer sliding a hand along Mikkel's leg playfully whilst drinking large gulps of vodka. If they were about to leave then he would finish up his drink first.
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Technically it was his brother's vodka but he was going to drink it anyway. Mikkel started giggling at the playful touch. His legs were genuinely ticklish and it gave him more reason to stand up.
"I should shower." He was covered in booze at this point and then immediately turned red in the cheeks thinking about Sven in the shower with him. "Are you sober enough to hold on?"
Mikkel only needed to grab his jacket on the way out.