Boys will be boys

Joe was already topping up Mick's empty glass with Akvavit as he knew the blond had to be thirsty. They were busy talking about their lovers and so far Ronno had spoken about the Spiders and he met Ziggy. Now both men were delving deeper into the lewd nature of having such sexy lovers as Aarne and Ziggy. The blond guitarist now well and truly smashed because his fair features were tinged with a nice pink and Joe was hammered as always. The Akvavit he'd been given by Aarne was already at the halfway mark on the bottle.

"So, is it true that you love pussy as much as everyone says, Ronno?"

The bassist slumping down onto the bed next to Mick, pouring more booze into his own glass and near slugging the whole thing down in one coughing slightly. The blond just giggling and staring at his fellow Brit, nodding and grinning like a Cheshire cat. Oh, did he love pussy.

"It's true, mate. I fucking love Ziggy's cunt. Eating it out, fingering it, fucking it. You name it. I can't get enough of it."

Mick gulped down more Akvavit and felt a familiar wave of heat wash across his body. Shit. Was he getting overheated again? The Scandi booze seemed to be working it's way through his veins as he pulled off his jacket and pants, leaving himself in his black boxers. Nothing wrong with that. Joe just stared and then started laughing loudly, poking Mick's chest with a finger.

"Fuck, Ronno! Don't let Aarne walk in now otherwise he might think something dodgy is going on. You getting too hot?"

Joe, however, seemed to be alright so far and maybe it was because the bassist had a higher tolerance for booze and drugs than Mick. He was always smashed out of his head on more than one occasion. Make that every occasion.

"Aarne is so fucking hot. As in REALLY HOT. I love every inch of him. His hair, his legs, his smile, his ass. Everything. Our girls are smoking hot, Ronno. Seriously. We're lucky fuckers for sure."

Mick nodded in agreement as he sipped his Akvavit a little more slowly but still feeling the fire heat his veins and burn his stomach. Would he be feeling like utter shit in the morning? Oh yes. But then so would Joe. Surely the bassist would be retching and puking all through the night just like anyone else. He wasn't a Scandi so maybe he'd feel rough too? Joe pulled a bag of coke out of his jacket pocket and waved it under Mick's nose.

"Want a snort, mate? Don't worry, you can snort it off the table here. No kinky shit with me. That's for my peachy ass."

The bassist giggled as he drew out two lines and snorted his own quickly giggling and then screaming loudly so that all the hotel could hear. Fucking hell! Mick just stared wide-eyed and wondering what the fuck Joe had been drinking or taking all day. More than just the coke it seemed. Maybe he'd popped pills with that crazy Fin. Who the fuck knew. Taking his own line, Mick sighed and closed his eyes, enjoying the slow build of euphoria as the drug worked it's course.

"Do you have to be so fucking loud? Half the hotel heard you just then. Fuck knows what everyone will think of us in here getting smashed out of our melons on this Scandi shit and snorting coke."

Joe grinned and then kissed Mick on the nose just to see what his reaction would be. It was just to tease the other man more than anything since Joe was high as a kite and wanting to cause chaos. Mick just spluttered into his drink and then blushed even deeper.

"Don't go kissing on me, mate. Save that for your long-legged crazy Fin. I'm sure he'll want your cock tonight."

This was a sure thing of course. When did Aarne not want the Brit's cock? Joe just giggled, jumping off the bed and banging on the wall, hoping to piss off Hunter and his tart. God. What a night it was going to be. Mick just rolled his eyes and then got up, feeling his legs wobble slightly. Fuck. The booze. Joe turned and saw the shaky guitarist as he went to grab Mick, holding him up. Even high he didn't want his friend hurt.

"Careful, honey! You might fall over and smash your face on the phone over here."

The phone being on the table closest to the wall where Joe was now banging his palm against and laughing very loudly. Mick pulled himself free of Joe and giggled at the chaos. What would Hunter and Gilly do? The tart would probably bang on their door any minute now complaining about the noise. This was Joe's room so what the fuck did the bassist and drummer get up to inside. Mick didn't want to know.

"Come on, mate. Let's sit down back on the bed, eh? No need to wake the neighbours. Tart will bitch at you otherwise."

Joe pouted then jumped back onto the bed, slumping onto the mattress, guzzling down more booze. He then offered Mick a cheeky stare as the guitarist sat back down onto the bed himself. He felt drunk. Very drunk. How was Joe? Well, he was fucked basically but he was used to it.

"Why don't we yell cock and pussy the loudest we can down the corridor? It will be fucking hilarious!"

Of course Joe suggested this. Mick just looked at him and giggled but shook his head. No, that would just piss everyone off, even the punks and Tom. Riling Tom up was never a good idea. But, could the bassist be stopped? That might be more difficult since Mick couldn't walk so well right now. He was smashed and legless. Literally.

"No, mate. Let's not."

Joe pouted again and tapped Mick on his nose with a finger. What was it with Joe and Mick's nose? The blond shoved the hand away and then watched Joe jump up and pull the door open and run out into the corridor. Oh god. He was going to do it.

"PUSSY! COCK!"

Mick just face-palmed and then couldn't help but let out a laugh because it was funny. Stupid and moronic craziness but fucking hilarious at the same time. This was just the first night of drinking with Joe. What would the next few nights be like?