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[from here.]

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to be or do anything you want. Fuck whatever anyone wants you to be and just be yourself. It's a free world I say. More rock than glam? You sound like my baby brother since he's more hard rock than glam even though Blixt is a glam metal band."

That part always amused Sven who loved how boyish Ulrik was compared to Bjorn or Lars. Sigurd? He was the band dad and even Sven knew this.

"Boring? I guess it could be if you're a speed junkie. I like it so each to their own. Nearly at the club, sweets."

[Continued from here.]

Sven took the tequila sunrise with loads of fruit on the skewer and kissed Joey's cheek playfully because the bassist was trying to help him. Surely, Davy would enjoy this frilly drink with the Swede's own being that of whiskey.

"I'll let you know how it goes, sweetie."

A wink and off Sven walked towards the princess tart. Oh, he was so bored on his own surely! Setting the drinks down in front of Davy, Sven flashed the younger man a smile and took a gulp of his whiskey.

"Hey, sweetie. Fancy a drink?"

"We're usually up late too." Davy imagined that was true for most bands. The playing schedule required it since you played later in the evening.

"Do you want to get ready to go?" What else could he say? Davy got up to get on his boots and prepare himself for the harassment that was sure to come when his band saw him drop off the singer.

[from here.

"You want to see what I've got? Ok, cutie. How about I tie you to this pipe here? It's behind the amp boxes so no one can see. Everyone else is in the bar getting trashed since we're finished for the night."

Sven figured Davy might like it if he got fucked in a public place---or semi public. It was kinky as hell. All the Harlots were drinking with the other bands so they could have some alone time.

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meeting the tarty princess