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Hey, babe? I need to ask you something important. Can I swing by your bedroom or are you fucking punk boy into the wall and smashing furniture?

Viktor out. Come when want. Door unlocked.

[Vars was sitting in the shared apartment with a drink and reading quietly. He loved Viktor but he also liked some quiet alone time as well.]

OK! Meet you soon!

It didn't take long for Joe to find Vars' door in the shared apartment block, knocking twice and feeling a little nervous, which was unusual for the loud crazy bassist. This was something special though.

"Vars, babe?"

Vars noticed how subdue the Brit was as soon as he opened the door. "Come. Have drink."

Vars could tell something had the other bassist out of sorts but he had no idea what that might be.

"Thanks, honey. I could fucking do with one because I've got shit to ask you. Serious shit."

Joe sat down and pushed some of his big black hair back from his face. Fuck! How was he even going to ask Vars? What was he supposed to do? The Brit needed booze for this because he was too fucking sober right now.

"I should have snorted before coming here for my nerves."

Vars was starting to worry about Joe from his behavior. He poured himself a drink then offered Joe the rest of the bottle of vodka. The bassist seemed to need it.

"What on mind?" Vars sat down again to get off his leg and to watch the Brit. The poor kid looked a mess.

What on mind indeed. Joe didn't have a fucking clue how to go about this so just had to blurt it out awkwardly. Taking the bottle of vodka he near chugged a good quarter of it in one go.

"Fuck. Aarne, I want to fucking marry him."

There, he said it.

Vars is not phased by this at all. He knew Aarne was crazy about Joe and there were so many others getting engaged. This was a logical continuation of that pattern.

"No surprise." Vars mentioned and was willing to listen to whatever Joe needed to say. "Many make engagement."

Vars himself was now engaged too.

"You're not surprised? Of course not---just fuck. I've never asked anyone to marry me before I didn't think anyone would stick with me like Aarne does. He loves me for all my craziness where others just call me a fucking cokehead drunk."

Joe drank some more vodka and nodded.

"So, how do we make engagement? Do I buy him a ring like a bloke would buy a girl one? Hunter and Mick have done that."

"Aarne worry you leave." Which Vars mentioned because he was glad to hear that wasn't going to happen. Though Vars himself didn't have as much faith in marriage as some.

The question had the Norwegian shaking his head. "Aarne not Christian man." Vars sort of meant Western or mainstream, but he wasn't Christian either so it applied on multiple levels. "Sami different. Make proposal to family."

"I'm never going to leave him, babe. Never."

Joe was adamant in that. He had always been worried about people finding him too much and leaving him much like poor Billy and his last few boyfriends. That was influenced around social norms more than Billy's personality.

"Christian? I'm not fucking religious because I worship booze and no gods. But, I know Aarne is Sami, even though I had no idea what his people are about much. I want this, honey. So badly."

The Brit was confused. Make proposal to family?

"I have to ask Aarne's parents permission?"

"Good. Many man leave Aarne all time." Vars had watched their drummer go through so many partners, and knew before was even crazier for the Fin.

"Ring is way Christian promise wedding." Vars clarified. "Many not Christian use ring."

Vars hadn't with Viktor because he wasn't influenced by the mainstream. He knew the Brits, especially, had adopted many of these as normal social standards. So had areas of Scandinavia too.

"You learn." Vars grinned because he knew Joe would learn in a hurry if this was what he wanted to to do.

"Ask parents. Friends go. Tell family make good man for daughter." Vars knew Aarne was not a woman but in his culture he filled the role of a woman. "Family decide at meeting if good man for family."

He could see that Joe was nervous and added. "Aarne parents good people."

"Ask parents. Friends go----tell them I make good man for Aarne? They decide if I'm good enough? Fuck! What if---what if I'm not? Shit, Vars--I--well, I want to do this."

Joe was very nervous and unsure about all of this because what if Aarne's parents just see a drunk, drug-addled Brit instead of a good man? It was nerve-wracking to say the least. Joe now biting his lower lip slightly and needing some booze to help his nerves.

"When can we go?"

"Good man." Vars patted his shoulder and could see the nervousness. "We take Viktor and talk good musician and strong."

Vars didn't think Aarne's parents would judge so harshly. A lot of what people didn't like about Joe were things they would see as similar to their own child.

"Now?" Vars meant as soon as they could and he had no problem enlisting Tom to help get them on flights and whatever else they would need. "We stay sober. Make clear head for meeting."

"Sober? Fuck! I haven't been sober in years, babe. It will be fucking hell for me with my emotions and stuff but--yeah. I'll do it for Peachy."

Joe knew grabbing the bottle would be so hard and giving into temptation would be a bitch but he wanted this. To be a good man---that meant rising up and staying sober so he could be judged by Aarne's parents. Judged. That part scared him the most.

"Ok, let's do this. Viktor is coming with us too?"

"I teach what do on way. Need head together."

Vars fell into a nearly fatherly or uncle role as soon as he learned what Joe wanted to do. Someone was going to have to teach Joe the traditions and in a hurry. He could keep the Brit off the booze for at least the day or two it would take to travel.

"Viktor know longer. Better to tell." It was putting a lot of faith in Viktor too but he knew the other Brit would take this serious enough to keep himself under control, or Vars hoped. He would kick the Brit's ass if he jeopardized Joe and Aarne's happiness.

"Teach what to do? Oh fuck, honey. You think I can do all this shit?"

Joe just sighed but nodded. Having Viktor along would help surely because the man was his singer and band leader as well as his friend. They'd known each other for a few years now and Joe got along with the punk in his own way.

"Yeah, he knows me. Knows what sort of crazy fucker I really am."

The Brit let out a small laugh and patted Vars' shoulder.

"Let's ride this crazy train!"

"Easy. No worry." Vars knew the best thing for Joe right now was for someone to believe he could succeed. It was truly easy as well, at least what Joe would do while Viktor and Vars talked to the parents.

"Go tell Viktor. I go talk Tom for plane." They could get more done this way and Joe seemed ready to go now if he could.

Viktor was in the middle of making more firebombs inside his apartment sat on the bed with a string wick in-between his teeth as he slowly poured out the fuel for his bomb into an empty vodka bottle. He hadn't expected Joe to bowl in and become a near jittering mess blurting out that he wanted to marry Aarne and go to Finland to get judged by the Fin's parents. Fuck! The punk had to stop making bombs because this was serious.

"You're getting fucking hitched? Ok--just slow down. I'll come with you and Vars, ok?"

The punk rolled his eyes at Joe jumping up and down the proceeding to hug Viktor, which got a laugh from the punk as well as a playful shove towards the door. They were going to Finland.

"Let's go to Vars."

***

Both Brits were now heading towards where Vars was hoping the plane tickets and everything would be sorted out. Tom would be included of course, being the tour manager, and both boys had their bags packed with essential things like clothing.

Vars had spoke to Tom and the Brit was on the phone already looking to get planes and anything else planned and scheduled for them. Vars was headed back toward the apartment to pack when he ran into the other two,

"Tom say we leave in morning." They couldn't get to one immediately. He then looked at Joe and asked. "Want keep secret from Fin?"

He wanted to know if Joe wanted to go without Aarne knowing or not because Vars might run into the Fin.

"Yeah, I think it might be best, honey. Most people keep marriage stuff secret like this, don't they? I don't want to fucking let everything out."

Viktor stood next to Joe, smoking a cigarette and nodding. It sounded like a good bet to keep everything secret so that it made a bigger impact for Aarne. Surely, the Fin would scream the whole apartment complex down once he found out.

"Thanks for doing all of this, babe. I need a fucking drink now but---I won't get trashed."

The punk just stared at Joe wondering if the bassist could keep his word on that.

"We stay hotel tonight?" Vars wondered if that would be better so Aarne didn't see all the nervousness and the Fin didn't have a chance to ask to come along. Vars imagined he would if the opportunity was there.

"We share drinks." Vars thought that a drink or two and then dragging the Brit away from the booze.

"Yeah, let's stay in the hotel tonight then Aarne can't find out."

Joe thought that would be best. They could drink some booze then finish preparations for going away to Finland. Why was he so fucking nervous? Was it the thought about the new country or the traditions of Aarne's people being so alien to him? Maybe.

"Share drinks? Ok. Viktor can drink vodka with us."

The crazy bassist nudging Viktor in the ribs, which caused the punk to smirk before moving to punch Vars in the chest.

Vars had already made those arrangements with Tom so they could go now.

"Need get bag." Vars stared at Viktor and punched him in the shoulder before walking to their apartment to pack a small bag. Soon Vars was out and ready to go downstairs. Robert could take them to the hotel.

"Get your bag, babe. We can wait. Me and Viktor have already packed and I made sure he didn't bring fucking firebombs to the airport."

Joe grinned and nudged his singer playfully with his elbow. Viktor gave a large finger to his bassist and laughed, shaking his head. Yeah, no explosive material allowed on the plane. The Brits were ready too, now heading down to meet Robert. Was he with his porn boy tonight? The Swede always seemed to be clinging to the man or in his hair.

"Hey, honey. Is porn boy with you or are you alone?"

Joe asking Robert as soon as they came downstairs.

to Vars---this is JOE---HELP!

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