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"You're welcome. There's more where that came from if you want it because my crazy friends have just shown up. They'll drink this bar dry."

Sven knew that Hjalmar and Ansgar probably would along with some of the others. Torden had his hands full with his harem. The Swede guessed the boy didn't know who he was so he'd introduce himself.

"Sven Gustaffson. That's my baby brother Ulrik over there."

The singer pointing to the guitarist who was laughing at a joke Hjalmar had jus said.

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"I'm not much of a drinker." Davy mentioned and then rolled his eyes because that was exactly why Joey had sent drinks.

"Davy Sutton." He turns his attention back to the group and Ivar is clearly being watched closely as are some of the others in the bar. He's not paying Sven much attention right now but it isn't purposeful rudeness on Davy's part.

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"No worries. I'll drink them all myself."

Sven was ok with this guy not wanting to drink a load because his baby brother didn't. Ulrik always ended up sliding underneath the table after just a few drinks. The singer could see where the guitarist's eyes were and it made sense.

"You don't need to worry about your band mates. My friends aren't here to cause trouble. That's my drummer, Ivar. He's a decent man."

The Swede took a swig of drink and wondered why the guitarist was so uptight about others meeting his band mates. Had something happened? There had to be a reason why he was watching like a hawk.

"You're band dad? I'm the same with my band."

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"Maybe you should have stayed over there with Joey." Davy gave Sven a sour look but it isn't very aggressive.

However, that comment about Ivar had his eyes fixed on Sven. "Devent men don't talk about getting underaged kids drunk on illegal booze."

Truth was that Ivar had dug himself a hole with his words and he was going to have to climb his way back out.

The band dad comment pulled a sigh from the guitarist as he sipped his drink. He just wanted to be left alone.

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"I don't want to stay over there with Joey because I wanted to see you."

Sven understood that Ivar's choice of words probably hadn't been the best to start off with concerning his booze making. The Swede knew that laws over here in LA were different to those back home in Sweden.

"My drummer isn't a deviant. Yes, he makes illegal booze but he doesn't use it for ulterior means. You'll soon come to learn that."

Given time, Davy would understand Ivar and see that he meant well. Sven sipped his drink and could tell the boy was dealing with things.

"Are you always wanting to be left alone when you're band mates are having fun?"

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That comment about seeing him got the tartiest little huff from the guitarist. He really didn't like people flirting with him but mostly because he wanted everyone to stay at arms length.

"Not deviant. Just wants to give it to underaged boys." It's in the tone that Sven is going to get about as far with that topic as Ivar had.

"I'm not into all of that." He vaguely motioned toward all the socializing and drinking but that too was his own walls more than anythingm

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Sven decided not to dwell on the subject of Ivar and his booze because he could clearly see it upsetting Davy. The Swede wondering just what happened with City Charms for Davy to be so protective and agitated over certain subject matters.

"Not into socialising and having fun? What about being cuddled at night and sharing a warm bed with a hot boy?"

The Swede trying to understand the guitarist a little more seeing if he could get past the tart shield.

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"My bed is warm enough with just me." That last part might have cracked the faintest and fleeting smile in Davy's expression as he turned to look at Sven.

"Oh you think you're the hot and pretty one here?" The bitch is there but it isn't the same as before. "About right. Your drummer is stupid and you're fucking blind."

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"Yeah, I am the hot and pretty one here. The sexy blond one and you---are the cute dark-haired little tarty bitch."

Sven just shook his head at Davy's comments about Ivar being stupid in his opinion. The boy was such a fucking tart but he was super cute at the same time. That ego though--it made the Swede smile.

"You're so cute when you bitch. We have a few tarty bitches on our tour---Gilly, Bjorn, Lars. But they're not as fucking tarty as you, sweetie."

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"Well if you're the hot, sexy, pretty one stop fucking bothering me." The ego is there, bright as the LA sun. "Self centered blondes who think they're the best looking in the room are a dime a dozen around this place."

He sighed and took a big drink of the tequila sunrise. "It'll be really cute when I bust your mouth the next time you call me a bitch."

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"I'm not like the bitchy American blonds around here. I'm a trashy Swedish blond bitch who's a cut above the rest of the trash here, sweets."

Sven just brushed off Davy's tartiness and smirked. He was so cute. The singer took a swig of his own drink and wondered if the guitarist would actually hit him. Such a tart.

"You want to hit me, sweetie? How about you kiss me instead?"

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"You haven't met many." Davy rolled his eyes. "You sound just like them, but worse because you don't understand leave me the fuck alone."

Davy had downed his drink and was now picking at the fruit. "You can wish in one hand and piss in the other too." The gall of this guy to expect him to get a kiss after acting like this. He really did want to slap this singer in the mouth, just for the sake of slapping him.

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"I've met enough."

Sven could see the guy obviously had issues with certain people in the glam scene. Maybe they fucked off his band? Who knew. The Swede watched the boy pick at his fruit and just wanted to grab his face and kiss him but that probably would earn him a slap.

"Ok, you don't want a kiss right now? That's fine with me."

The singer got himself another drink and then sat back down next to Davy. Sven didn't think he was acting any different than usual.

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Davy glanced at Sven when he walked way and sighed both with relief and a bit of disappointment. Though he didn't know why he felt disappointment those feelings rushed back when the singer reappeared and sat down beside him.

He glanced at the blonde beside him and the bitch came raging back. "Really into me if you can't even buy me a drink." Davy huffed and stood up. "Don't think I didn't notice my bassist gave you this one."

And with that he spun on his heels with his empty glass and headed for the bar to get himself a drink.

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"You never said you wanted one, pretty lips. Has anyone ever told you you've got pouty cute tart lips?"

Sven just winked at Davy because he could see that all this he was giving was partially a front for his emotions. The tart shield was still up and that bitchy mouth was lashing at the singer.

"Maybe he did. So what? He knows you're cute enough to like fruity frilly drinks. They taste nice and sweet. Maybe you're like that underneath the shield you're putting up right now."

The Swede watched Davy get up to get a drink and sighed. Fuck, he was hard work but it would be worth it.

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"You never asked." Davy just scoffed at the compliment. Inside he loved them but he's too defensive to let that show.

"Find someone else to try and fuck. I'm not interested." Davy's on the verge of being mad but not necessarily at Sven, just in general. He doesn't plan to come back to that table either. He can watch the others just fine from the bar.

He's waiting for the drink when he gets his ass grabbed. He turns around ready to face Sven and finds someone else. It's instantaneous how fast the bar turns to yelling. Davy screaming at the guy calling him a bastard before punching him full on in the mouth. The guy stumbling back and calling Davy a bitch. It clears a section of the bar because the guitarist wasn't in the mood for this at all.

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Sven was about to laugh at Davy's words when he noticed the boy waiting for his drink at the bar and then came the asshole pinching the guitarist's ass. Fuck. The Swede rose from his seat and marched over to the guy responsible. Davy had already punched him in the face and rightly so.

"Fuck! Can't a guy wait for a drink in peace, you jävla rövhål!"

The singer cursing at the man in Swedish before lifting him up by his collar and punching him in the face once more, lifting him over the nearest table, throwing him. Sven wasn't in the mood for assholes and seeing one prey on young Davy was the Swede's breaking point. He'd seen too much of this targeted at his younger brother.

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Not only did Davy yelling get the attention of the rest of his band they were all wide-eyed, including Davy, when they watched Sven go off and the two men yelling and fighting. Davy knew they were about to get thrown out of the club too which might mean one less place to play but he hadn't meant to hit the guy. He didn't know what to do now and just turned back to get his drink. He wanted to completely ignore what happened. He didn't usually want to get drunk but maybe he should tonight.

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Sven's first reaction was to make sure Davy was alright because being harassed by an asshole in a club was total bullshit. Not only that but it angered Sven---was it jealousy? Perhaps.

"Are you ok, sweetie? That fucking bastard landed on his ass."

If they got thrown out then so be it. Sven wasn't about to let Davy get picked on and made a fool.

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"I'm fine." He snapped as he downed a shot. "I can take care of myself."

Davy's full on mad now but it isn't Sven he's angry at right now. The closed posture and the way he has pushed himself between a bar chare and the bar to protect his back is clear enough to signal that he's more upset than he's letting on. Now he feels compelled to give Sven a chance though, even if he doesn't want to, not really.

"You still owe me a fucking drink." Davy wants to get drunk and then head home. Thankfully the gear was already packed in his vehicle. He could just drive home and ditch this place.

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Sven can understand if Davy was defensive now because of what happened to him. It was enough to make anyone angry and upset because of some asshole pinching your ass. The Swede would give the guitarist breathing room because he needed it.

"Yeah, I do. You fucking deserve one after that piece of trash harassed you."

The singer ordered Davy a fruity frilly drink similar to the one he had before passing it to him.

"Here you go."

How was the guy feeling? Sven hoped he didn't just bail out of the club after his drink because he wanted to keep seeing Davy.

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"They all think I'm some girl." Davy just shook his head and stared down at the empty shot glass. He's a little shaken but not wanting to show it.

He glances and Sven and scowls at first. "Thanks."

He should at least thank him for the drink. The desire to bail is there for sure. He's downing this drink faster and quieter than he was at the table. He can't help it.

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"The same happened to my bassist, Fredrik; the one who's dating Mikkel. Some fucking piece of trash thought he was a girl and tried to grope him. I got so mad I smashed a chair over his head and got permanently banned from that club."

Sven shrugged. That was a few years ago now but still. There were always more assholes around.

"You're welcome. Nice punch by the way. That was definitely a punch by a strong, cute boy."

The Swede could tell Davy was visibly shaken by the cockhead who pinched him. Poor guy.

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Davy glanced back at the others. At least Mikkel and Fredrik being there calmed his nerves a little. He knew the Dane, at least, knew how to handle people. He had to as a dancer. "Sydney's been dragged off the stage by guys."

And one could easily use their imagination to figure out what happened. Davy still had a scar from it.

"They should be glad I don't carry a knife." Davy growled those words. He was not above stabbing people when pushed. He knew not to carry anything though because of his temper. Even though he had the drink Sven had bought he got another shot. Davy wanted to go home. "I need to go unload the gear."

That was his way of saying he was leaving after this drink.

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Sven just shook his head hearing about poor Syn being dragged off the stage by guys. If Ivar heard that it would make the drummer angry. The fights that happened on and off the stage Sven only knew too well himself.

"You don't need to worry about cockheads attacking you or your band members now. Me and my friends will help protect you. Of course I know you can hold your own being a strong, cute boy."

The whole knife thing was another story and Sven knew about Rekker's rage. That was a whole other thing. Also Vars---he was the one with the knives. Davy didn't need to hear about that right now.

"Unloading gear? Need a hand, sweetie?"