Fist Fights and Overflow

[midnight_devil]

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For Mick Ronno

[midnight_devil]

Continued from here

"No, don't break in." Vars shakes his head. "There men who follow queers, get them take them home and hurt them. Bastard knife Aarne mad because he pretty woman but man underneath."

Vars refilled his glass and would refill Mick's too while they talked. Unlike his wilder and more high energy bandmates, the punk was laid back and enjoyed a relaxed conversation.

"I know all Scandinavian languages. Can teach you many words rest in your country not know means insult."

[guitar_voodoo]

"So, they come home with their lovers and try to murder them in their sleep? Fucking cowards."

Mick took a large slug of drink and near slammed the glass down onto the bar top just angry that this sort of shit went on. Knifing poor Aarne because he looked feminine but was still a bloke. It hit home and the guitarist's thoughts went straight to poor Ziggy getting shot and stabbed. The world could be a cruel place.

"Yeah? What's pussy in Norwegian?"

Because Mick was getting drunk and wanted to know all the filthy words he could get out of Vars. Why the hell not? It could be fun.

[midnight_devil]

"Yes." Vars agreed with the Brit.

Vars refilled Mick's glass because that slam said he needed it.

"Word for women's pussy different than word for weak man." He is wondering which word the guitarist wanted.

[guitar_voodoo]

The refill was welcome as he slugged some more booze back, just feeling his emotions take over for a good few moments and knew he had to calm down. Taking a few deep breaths, he focused himself and knew he was getting drunk. Would the Norwegian punk get drunk with him?

"I mean cunt. A woman's cunt. You know this?"

He pointed in between his legs then tried to make a pussy shape by putting his hands together making a round shape and then pushing his tongue inside. Quite lewd but he hoped the punk understood the strange hand gestures. Giggling slightly, Mick was now on the way to being silly and trashed.

[midnight_devil]

"We have lot of words." Norwegian, in fact most of the Scandinavian languages, have a plethora of curse words.

"Fitte is derogatory or dirty version. Not nice for girlfriends because means whore." Vars is laughing though at the demonstration from the Brit. "kjønnsorgan maybe better for not insulting or rødglødende kvinne."

[guitar_voodoo]

"Right, so not fitte then? Ziggy isn't a whore and I'd never call anyone that, not even Jack and he's---well he's a man of the night sort of thing."

Mick trying to be polite in Jack's career choice because he liked Ziggy's brother and thought a lot of the Stardusts in general. Vars was laughing now and it caused the guitarist to giggle a little because they were talking about cunts and pussys.

"I can hardly pronounce them, mate. Kjonns---organ thingie. Such a mouthful."

He shook his head and sipped some more of his drink. Mick wondered what cock was in Norwegian now. All the filthy words he wanted to ask the bassist because at heart Mick was still a little boy.

[midnight_devil]

"No, but good word to call man if you want strong insult." He shrugs a little. "Sometimes women like insult when fucking."

He only laughed and patted Mick's back as he fumbled through the words. "Norwegian not easy language but easier than Finnish."

[guitar_voodoo]

"Oh, I get you there. Calling a bloke a pussy to his face is likely to earn you a nice big punch to the jaw."

Mick had used the word a few times himself to face off to thugs and idiots alike. He'd gotten into quite a few fist fights and didn't like to back down because he liked winning every fight he ever got into. Nodding, he could understand what Vars was meaning.

"I'd never insult Ziggy like that during sex---it's more I call him pet names and things he likes. Love and things like that."

The guitarist was smitten and very deeply in love, as he had been for many years now. Now, it felt good to be able to use pet names and loving words to Ziggy because they were a couple.

[midnight_devil]

"Unless really pussy then too afraid to slug."

Vars riled all kinds of people up, on purpose usually. Though his mocking and insults could be friendly to those he was close to.

"Norwegian don't use pet names for lovers." The language was a weird one in that sense from outside perspectives.

[guitar_voodoo]

"How many blokes have you decked in then, mate? Just curious because you seem a strong type of bloke yourself."

Mick drank some more booze and liked talking about similar interests. This being how many men they'd beaten up because these things he couldn't discuss with Ziggy or Gilly. Even Weird probably hadn't gotten into as many fights as this Norwegian had.

"They don't? What do you call your girls back home?"

He wondered if they just called their lovers by their names.

[midnight_devil]

"No count, a lot." Vars used to fight more than he does now. He started in the punk scene as a teen and was absorbed in it for a long time before he mellowed out. "Know you hit people. See how you look at men looking at Stardust."

Vars had noticed but understood. In this business, especially with a partner who is a singer, a man needed to be a little jealous just to keep people back.

"Just name." He didn't have more to say because that was just how the language was. "Sometimes use Danish name or Swedish."

After all, he did obsessively call Viktor pretty boy which was essentially a pet name.

[guitar_voodoo]

"Yeah, I slug any bastard who insults Ziggy or any of the lads. We're a family now the Spiders and we defend each other. No one touches my girl."

Mick was very defensive over Ziggy especially since he'd wanted the singer for over three years and had to suffer in silence almost. Yet now he was finally with his love and could live out his life for real. Fuck the wankers who wanted to start shit with any of them. Interviewers...thugs. All of those.

"Just a name, eh? Nothing wrong with that. I often call Ziggy jut "Zig" sometimes. It's sort of a pet name."

Ronno wasn't sure what Vars called Viktor because all he saw of them was them fighting and roughing each other up. A punk love scene?

[midnight_devil]

"Punks same. Ziggy like punk girl, hit people for you too?" It had to be asked. He'd never seen Ziggy hit anyone but he had a mouth on him that could burn down a house. Vars could only imagine the attitude that came with that.

"Use shorter names for people." Vars nodded to the idea since his own name was a shorted version of his full name. "We use nickname as pet name."

For Dean: has_a_phd_in_teddybear

[midnight_devil]

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There's a crowd in the lobby and lingering around the front of the hotel, of course there is with all the rockers and what not taking up the top two floors of a hotel in Manhattan. Dean gets the wave through and there's all sorts of murmurings about this unknown person getting the leave in to use the penthouse elevator.

Vars, Aarne and Damien are all in Aarne's room playing a game of knife throwing shots. A dart board on the wall, a pile of throwing knives and shots if you miss the central ring of the dart board. They're not quite trashed yet but it gets worse the longer it goes on. Rik is sitting on the bed laughing at the rowdiness, but he's not about to get involved in this mayhem. Ziggy and Jack are probably around too and likely to stop in, as are any of the random band members as the night goes on.

For someone like Dean, there are a mess of cues that things here are not mainstream. By this time of the night, they are mostly shirtless from drinking and being on the stage earlier. Vars has a very large Fenrir tattoo that takes up his whole left shoulder, as well as a Fenrir collar among his other jewelry when he greets Dean at the door. The Sami drum decorated with world imagery is leaning against the wall among the mess of make up and hair products; no doubt belonging to the tall Fin with the reindeer tattoo, drumsticks in his back pocket, and huge hair. The aurora colored stars across his shoulders and down his back only cementing the idea that this might be a noaidi, a Sami shaman, drummer, and spirit speaker, though they are usually male and Aarne looks more like a woman. The Dane on the bed is a little harder to pin down but the music notes tattooed around his wrist, the silver beads in his hair, and the fact that he's singing a sarcastic song about Damien not being able to hit the broad side of a barn from drink while strumming on a guitar that isn't plugged in, might well suggest Bragi to Dean. Damien, like Aarne, is well over 6 feet tall and has a a dog tattoo and a gun in his boot, as well as a bowie knife strapped at his back.

I believe you called~ XD

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

He makes the drive in less than 15. And stopped for liquor.

It's weird hitting a hotel like this and being waved through, especially with such a crowd in the lobby. But he owns it, strolling by because tonight he's doing hotel party with punks things and that? That is fucking awesome. Teenage him would be losing his fucking mind right now, especially considering the disaster that was NYC.

When he arrives in the penthouse, Dean's eyes roam around the scene in front of him. The tats definitely catch his eye. He recognised the norse imagery, scarecrow hunt both thank you and fuck right off, fenrir being the most instantly recognizable. That, and the comment about the old ways... He clicks a little bit. Is he about to fucking party with punk vikings? Is he. About to party. with punk vikings. Just... all the hell yes. Unfortunately, he's not familiar enough with the Sami or Bragi to pick up on them, but it would make him no less excited to find out that that was the case. The dog in the diamond was a pretty easy guess.

With just the brightest grin you have just about seen on anyone's face, possibly ever, he holds up two carrier bags that clink tellingly. "I hope you guys still have some party left in you guys because I have some catching up to do by the looks of things."

Top end vodka, whiskeys, tequilas... he went all the fuck out for this one.

let's get this party started!

[helland_damnation]

Joe had found out about the whole knife throwing party going on in the hotel room from the others of his band and Hunter, who was walking about the corridor with Gilly attached to his arm, as always. So, naturally, Joe had to find his Fin and see what all the commotion was about. There was talk of a new guy being introduced too so this should be interesting.

Pushing the door open, Joe walked in carrying a half drunk bottle of Jack, swigging some as he closed the door behind him. Aarne, Rik and Vars were inside along with Damien, Zack's "friend" and a new guy Joe didn't recognise. Party time! He was drunk, as per usual, but in good spirits.

"Hey, babe. What's going on? Is this some sort of orgy because no one's naked yet."

Waltzing up to Aarne in a rather possessive display, Joe kissed the Fin fully on the lips and offered his ass a good squeeze. This was a "he's mine" show.

[midnight_devil]

"There's no show tomorrow. We're just getting started." Aarne tells the newcomer without missing a beat. There is an obvious place for bottles on a side table.

"Give him some Mule!" Rik tells the other two with a laugh. It's obvious that the Dane with the thick accent, though not as thick as Vars', is the young one here. Fresh faced and looking like a bard but he is all about starting trouble.

"We finish mule first." Vars tells Dean. Mule being the Scandinavian term for Akvavit, 5hier traditional drink. "Then drunk all booze."

Vars motions at Dean's bag while pouring him a rocks glass of Mule. He does pause to introduce everyone. "This Damien of the Dogs, The Hammers' drummer Aarne and on bed Rik, our Razor guitarist."

They are all open to handshakes with Dean, and Aarne, drunk, is likely to give him a hug. "This Dean."

Then Joe is bursting in and whatever Aarne is doing is forgotten. He takes Joe's bottle and the kiss before chugging whatever is left in the bottle.

Vars turns to Dean motioning at the newcomer. "Joe, Burn Them All."

Aarne is giggling at Joe. "I'd never have an orgy without you, makea juttu." It doesn't take much to hear that those words are some Scandinavian language.

"It's shots knife throwing, not strip knife throwing." The Fin barely gets the words out around the giggling and it is enough to have Vars rolling his eyes as he offers Dean the glass he was filling.

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

He's instantly shrugging out of his jacket as soon as he's jn the door, the strapped Bowie on Damien's back making him instantly feel better about the large survival knife hung from his back beltloop, now visible without the jacket in the way. "Sure, hit me." He agrees easily as he takes the drink.

He's easy with the handshakes, and even returns the hug with a chuckle and a pat on the back. "'Bout time I got introduced to you guys. Heard enough about you, figured it was time to actually party." And then Aarne's greeting his boyfriend and Dean's just going to carry on getting comfy. Wouldn't be his first orgy if it ended up that way and honestly? He couldn't get too mad about it if it happened. He'd came here with an open mind to experience the fun these guys were having. That wasn't gonna stop before he passed out drunk, and maybe even after that.

He smirks at the Fin. Now this? He could either throw this not in his favour and use it as an excuse to get pissed, or. Or. And hear him out here. He could show off and use it to impress the guys. He hasn't decided which way he's going to go with that just yet. "Count me the hell in, though surely the stripping would just make it interesting. We drinking on hits or misses?"

[helland_damnation]

"Nice to meet you, Dean. What's your story then, sweet cakes?"

Joe kissed Aarne once more on the lips before he shook the newcomer's hand and wondered what job the guy was in. He was American too which was different since most staying in the hotel were Scandinavian or British. Did this Yank know how to party? The bassist took a few more large gulps of whiskey and shot a stuck out tongue towards Rik just to be playful. Billy loved the fluffy-haired guitarist and Joe knew why since he was cute in his own way. Much too shy and tame for the bassist but perfect for Billy boy.

As for Damien, Joe just gently fist punched the Dog gently against his arm in greeting. It was nice to see Zack's fancy boy around since the drummer couldn't stop making heart-eyes every time he saw the tall blond Dog.

"How about we take one drink on hits and two on misses? Sound fair?"

Not being able to resist a playful yank on the Fin's hair, Joe giggled since he was drunk and wanting to get smashed. Knife throwing and shots sounded like just what he needed.

[riff_razor]

Nobody gives a second glance at a weapon. Vars is usually loaded to the teeth, same with Damien. That didn't even count the boots and Viktor with the firebombs. The Hammers, especially were not bothered. Rik however is watching Dean closely. He doesn't do well with strangers and turns to Bønne who is poking her nose out of the blonde hair at his neck. The noise had woke her up from where she was sleeping on his shoulder under his hair. She is a giant rat, nearly the size of a sewer rat but obviously the Dane's pet.

"This is only a third of us." Aarne tells Dean with a mischievous smirk and brow raise. It could be oh so much crazier.

Rik can't help the laughter and despite shyness speaks up, cheeks reddening slightly. "No one would notice if any of them were naked."

Then he's giving the crazy bassist the finger for the tongue. "Jeg vil ikke have din beskidte tunge. Det har været på Arnes røv!"

The Danish comment has Aarne laughing and even Vars nearly laughs. Though, now Damien is giving Joe and elbow to the stomach for that hit, it's a stiff arm but not too hard.

Vars is watching the two Trashy ones pulling each others hair. "Go own room. All see you have sex all time."

Aarne turns from Joe and scoffs. "This is my room! Why don't you go to yours or did you two break all the furniture already?"

Their voices sound pissed but the snarkiness and the laugh from the Fin says this is normal behavior between the two. Rik has to cover his mouth for the laughter that he is trying to stifle.

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

"My story ain't much to tell." He grins, shrugging. "I travel around, met these guys on a night out, had music and a 'fuck the police' attitude in common and been friendly ever since." He might be massively understating some things. "And one hit, two miss sounds fair."

Rik, watching him closely, would see the moment he stiffens slightly as he catches sight of the rat, despite keeping the easy look on his face. The flicker of his eyes between what is going on with the guys and back to the creature, tame or not. Clearly unsettled to only those watching him closest. Not quite a phobia, but definitely not comfortable right now.

Why the hell did it have to be a rat? although he does have to chuckle to himself a little bit because this about tracks with his luck. It'll be fine once he's had a drink or fifty. Jesus. Which he's going to start making headway towards as soon as possible.

"A third of you, huh? You all tour together or just run into each other a lot?" Trying to focus in on the conversation and party again instead of the huge furry thing that had been disturbed by the ruckus. He does somewhat relax a bit when the bickering starts, though, the back and forth being something comfortable and familiar enough he can focus on that to distract. A small smirk flickers onto his face as he drops in "And hey, I don't know about anyone else but I can say for damn sure furniture breaking is more fun when it ain't yours."

[helland_damnation]

Joe smirked at Rik's rat since he wasn't bothered by her in the least. Gilly, however, had near pissed his pants at the breakfast table and this had caused a riot. As for the new guy, did he even know what he was getting himself into hanging around with a bunch of crazy rock stars? This amused Joe to no end.

"You should see Hunter get high on coke. He loses his fucking mind---ends up streaking naked down the hotel corridor, banging on all of the doors and slapping his boyfriends naked ass."

This had Tom pissed off no doubt and anyone else trying to sleep. Joe was nearly always wide awake or smashed out of his head so it didn't matter. The hotel was fucking crazy when band members were drunk, high or both. This was the energy that Joe loved and lived off.

"I'm sure as hell Viktor has smashed up his bed with Vars already. I heard a massive loud crack the other night. They were having punk sex. Then the other room I hard loud screaming and high pitched cries. That was Ronno and Ziggy's room."

Joe, like Aarne, had no filter.

[suomi_thunder]

"Have you met Viktor yet?" Aarne asks while laughing. "He and Vars set fire to police cars. Tom bitched at me for that car when we went out to eat and I didn't even do it."

Damien can only laugh at this madness. "Fuck the authority. Everyone I know is on their damnedable wanted list." Hunger City was a whole other level of problems but Damien didn't mention that right now.

Rik saw the nervousness in the new person and smirked wide because, quiet and young he might be but he also loved to start trouble. Digging in his pocket he produced a few banana chips that he tossed out on the bed. Instantly, the rat jumped down running toward the foot of the bed after the chips.

"We're touring together for the year." Rik mentions to Dean while watching.

"Hunter crazy bitch on coke. Ever see someone make mad when high?" Vars had seen that trainwreck at least once but then he's scowling at the Brit. "Make out you nothing? How many time Tom have pick you and Fin from jail for cock out in public and cut our take when flood hotel?"

He wasn't going to take any crap from this crazy British bastard. As usual they all gang up on someone when they start picking like this and Rik joins in teasing Joe. "Which one of you broke the bed posts at the last hotel? I saw the bill."

Aarne rolled his eyes at Rik. "Like you and Billy didn't fuck in the bar bathroom and fall asleep naked. Tom was bitching about your naked asses refusing to wake up so they could clear out the bar!"

The comment from the drummer instantly had Rik flushing hot red across the cheeks. Dean was going to have to deal with the insanity of all these crazy, young rockstars and the nonsense they were constantly involved in.

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

"Gonna be a hell of a year." He smiles at Rik in response. "Ig there's a hotel left in tact afterwards, I'll be amazed."

"Now, Viktor I know." He says with some certainty as he tries to take in the craziness of what he's being told, as he's being told it, as well as keeping an eye on that damn rat. He has to chuckle at the 'wanted' list. America's number 1, right here in front of them, and he couldn't even brag about it because that would lead to some awkward explanations that he doubts they would be sober enough to really take in.

Now, he knows And then Rik is throwing banana chips towards the end of the bed and he just keeps himself the kind of still that is almost unnaturally so. All apart from the chugging of alcohol.

Well, he'd been looking for a distraction and hell if he hadn't found it. Coke was probably a bad idea, though, the more he contemplated that idea, especially if it could be angry high like PCP. "Hell yeah, I've seen my share of angry highs. Admittedly usually the pcp'ers in circles I've run with." He shrugs. "I've been around a bit, there's not a lot I haven't seen."

He grins though, as people are bickering between themselves. That was comfortable, and he focuses on that to help him calm himself from the rat's presence.

[helland_damnation]

Joe just laughed at the comments made by both Rik and Vars. Dean would soon have to get used to the friendly jibes and sordid innuendos of the band and their friends being together. It was a right fucking riot and the Brit loved it. How would their American friend find it all?

"You know Viktor? Was he burning down a cop car in the road or something? He does that. Crazy fucker but we love him. Vars loves his punk ass more though."

A nod to the Norwegian and Joe giggled, necking down some Jack and wiping his mouth. He passed the bottle to Aarne as he often did if the Fin wanted to share. This American seemed not too straight laced which pleased Joe because he hated straight laced assholes. He just wanted to have fun and say fuck off to the authorities.

"Been around a bit have you? Got a chick or bloke? We could help set you up with one if you're lonely."

Offering Dean a playful nudge to his shoulder, Joe burst out laughing. Sorry, Dean, this guy is drunk and lewd.