Fist Fights and Overflow

[midnight_devil]

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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.

[midnight_devil]

Dean would be in good company if they knew he was wanted. Enough of the people in the room were wanted or had spent time in jail that they might not even care, sober or not. Just one more criminal in the mix. That comment about Viktor gets Joe a hard punch in the shoulder. Luckily, Aarne has already taken the booze bottle beforehand or it might have went flying.

Then he laughs a bit at Joe. "Teach Viktor make napalm bombs for next car chase you on motorvei." The Norwegian slipping in because Vars didn't know the English word he needed.

Rik starts giggling until his cheeks redden. "Hunter doesn't get angry on coke. It's more naked and kinky."

And a mess. His bandmates had seen so much of that crazy over the years from Hunter and drugs. Aarne had been chugging jack and nearly chokes with what Rik says because it is true. He'd probably be slapping someone's ass if he was in here high.

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

"I'm good, thanks. You think an ass this fine gets lonely?" He grins. No, he doesn't hurt for carnal company. But he'd never admit to being lonely and not in a room full of cool-ass punk strangers. However. "Both, actually. I'm more of a tits and ass kinda guy, but doesn't mean I haven't messed around a bit. I've been around a lot."

It's around here that he starts to properly relax again, being distracted from the furry friend in the room. He chuckles "I'm pretty sure the arson started after we split ways for the night. If I'm burning things, it's for a reason. Not going to ruin the bastard's fun, though." He might have stern words for him if innocents get caught in the crossfire, but if he's just dicking with the cops and their vehicles, he's ambivalent to the idea of just not being in the area at the time. "Napalm's on the list of things I am damn sure I want him to teach me, though. That shit could be useful."

A laugh, as he sits himself down a small ways from the bed, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the table on the way and popping the seal. He's not fussy on his drink but this is much more his speed and buzz. Just... more expensively. "Fair enough. Everyone's got their shit that they're into, I ain't here to judge, just to get fucked up and party with friends. Fairly sure you guys know what I'm saying on that one, right?"

[rockin_thehousedown]

Joe was about to add another lewd comment directed towards Dean when he heard a knock at the door and some giggling on the other side. It was coming from two people since there were voices outside and then the door burst open with Hunter and Gilly coming to crash the party. Of course they were.

The Swede had a bottle of wine in his right hand and Gilly had another in his own hand. They were swigging from the bottles and looking trashed since the singer's hair was a little more messy than usual and he had bite marks on his neck line. Gilly, the blond tarty drummer, was giggling and red in the face with lipstick marks on his cheek. What a trashfire.

"Oh, a party! Are we invited, blomma? We are now---"

Hunter made himself comfortable on a nearby chair and watched as Gilly jumped into his lap, sticking his tongue out at Rik and then near shrieking once he clapped eyes on the rat. He didn't like small crawly things and Rik's rat was furry and crawly. Hunter noticed the stranger in the room and offered him a little wave.

Sorry Dean but Hunter is the vodka mum of the band and an utter trashfire when drunk.

"Hello there, handsome. I am Hunter Ivarsson and this is Gilly my boyfriend."

[midnight_devil]

"Viktor no learn all but I teach." Vars tells Dean and it gets a look from Rik that is almost a laugh. "Get things from room. Need drain bottle." He's pointing at Fin then the punk left for a moment to make his way down to his room and get the things they would need to make napalm.

Aarne laughs and starts chugging the bottle faster. The punk was going to blow something up and he was all for this. Vars was not as wild as the other but he did his own brand of crazy that the Hammers were used to.

"He's making fire? How long until Viktor shows up?" Rik asks Aarne mischievously.

"Faster than a whore in a cathouse." Aarne mentions with a laugh while still trying to drain the bottle and lowering his hand for Bonne to come up. The rat was almost a band pet though she was Rik's. But it was like Rik mentioning the singer summoned him to the door.

Rik picks up the nearest thing, which was a box of tissues, and throws it at Gilly's face with some force. "Shut your tartmouth screaming."

Aarne snuggles the rat who was poking around at his earrings. "He's just jealous that she's cuter than he is."

The Fin leans into Joe, chugging on the bottle. They would need at least two, more if Viktor shows up.

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

He is just watching this glorious trashfire of a party with absolute amusement. "Hey, Hunter. Hey, Gilly. Dean, party crasher also." He greets them with a wave. We'll, he'd kind of been invited but also dropped massive hints that he wanted to be. He grins at Gilly sympathetically. He wasn't that bad, at least. "I'm so glad I'm not the only one with issues with the rat, not gonna lie."

He's gonna learn how to make fucking napalm. Fuck. Yes. But he throws out into the room: "on the scale of one to 'yes', how much of a bad idea is it to teach you guys how to make flamethrowers?" Because clearly, the thing they need to learn to make is more fire.

[rockin_thehousedown]

All the talk of fire and blowing things up had Hunter put on his vodka mum expression as he just stared between Vars and Aarne, wondering what was going down between them both. Viktor included. The punks were wild and Hunter knew how much the Brit punk loved his fire. Oh gods. He hadn't showed up yet but something told the singer that he would be drawn to the room like a moth to a flame.

Gilly offered Dean a smile and nodded. Ignoring the box of tissues thrown at him by Rik; he instead picked them up and threw them towards Joe. The comment about Viktor picking up the scent of smoke faster than a whore in a cathouse got the blond drummer giggling. He pressed a kiss to Hunter's cheek then settled himself in the Swede's lap with his bottle of wine.

"Fire? Goodness, kronblad. Please do not burn down the hotel with you and your punk lover boy."

A look towards Vars and Hunter was then watching Rik, making sure he was alright with his rat. It looked that way. As for Joe and Aarne? Well, they were the usual Trash Twins and drunk by the looks of things. Joe laughed and then pulled Aarne's hair slightly whilst gulping down some Jack. Turning back to Dean, Hunter frowned a little.

"You are also a fire bug like Viktor? Making fire and being a bad boy?"

[suomi_thunder]

"Doesn't Jack have one?" Aarne asks Damien once it is mentioned.

"I think Ziggy taught him how to make a flamethrower with shit in the house." Damien wasn't sure as he found a place to sit. Chairs were a pain for someone like Damien, his legs were way too long, so he sat on the floor imagining that Aarne had the same issue. Then Damien is laughing. "That's such a little rat. We have ones bigger than cats back home. They're everywhere."

Hunger City was filled with rats and other things that really did put off other people. The Diamond Dogs were used to it though and lived closely with the animals around the place.

Vars just waved off Hunter with a grouchy sound before disappearing out the door. Which has Rik laughing even more and looking to the band leader. "The other night I watched them throwing Molotovs out the window to see if they could break one on the hotel across the street."

Aarne had watched too from his balcony. It was like some extreme sport watching the punks try and either smash things, burn things, start brawls or fight each other. Aarne found the whole mess amusing, even more so since Joe had started him drinking more than ever.

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

"Nah, I only tend to set fire to things that need setting fire to." He shrugs, letting the group take of that what they will. He does drop in in a joking "Perks of the job: Helping people and arson."

He pulls a face at the mention of rats the size of cats, shaking that image out of his head. No thanks.

He looks out of the window, trying to gauge the distance. "Did anyone actually hit it? Or just make a mess on the street?" He may be subtly trying for to find out if they caught anyone in the stunt.

[rockin_thehousedown]

Hunter knew how crazy his band members were but still---the throwing molotovs from the balcony? That was dangerous and it caused an expression of concern to wash over the singer's face. Who only knew what Dean thought of this. Viktor was a wild one but he seemed good for Vars who needed stability of some sort in his life.

"Fire bombs from the roof? Goodness me! You are naughty boys. But I love you all."

The drunken singer offered Vars a small wave as he left the room. The talk obviously either irritate the Norwegian or he'd had enough. Gilly shifted in Hunter's lap and then kissed the Swede's jaw softly.

"This is what I have to put up with, blomma. Crazy band members."

His question was directed towards Dean.

[suomi_thunder]

Vars gave Hunter a casual middle finger over being called naughty. Hunter was such a mom sometimes. Aarne though was already going over to open the sliding door on the small balcony and looked up to the floor above.

"That's their balcony." He pointed at one over and up a floor then looked across the way at the big blacked starburst scorches on the other building. "By the time I noticed they were hitting the other building."

He leaned over to stare down at the alley below. There were some scorch marks down there too. Viktor, he knew, was unlikely to kill anyone at all and Vars certainly wouldn't unless they deserved it. Maybe some cars got scorched, and there was a broken window across the way but that could have been heat. One oddity is there was still a lone, helium filled blow up doll bobbing on a string tied to the railing of the balcony. It was a memento that was slowly losing it's ability to float.

"Tom probably stopped them before they fired the cop cars that were called about the fires on the side of the building." Aarne shrugged and went back inside to take the booze bottle from Joe and a drink.

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

"Ha, yeah. Bet they keep you busy." He just quirks a half-grin at Hunter before pulling from his drink again. He knows who the mom of the group is, without a doubt.

The minute these things had started being pointed out, Dean was there and looking out at what had been pointed out. And then the rest of the explanation kind goes in one ear and out of the other as he spots the floating sex doll. "What the fuck happened there?" He asks, laughing.

He's now at point where he is suddenly wondering if he's too old for this shit but you know what? Fuck it, he's here now.

[helland_damnation]

Joe begins laughing as soon as Dean spots one of the sex dolls floating outside. It's tied to the railing though so it won't be going anywhere. Still, it's a sight for sore eyes. A fucking trashfire is what it is.

"The sex doll? Me and Aarne blew up a load of them and named them after all the band members. It was fucking epic. Did you like the one of you, Hunter? We made sure the hand was stuck to Gilly doll's ass really good since you love spanking his tarty ass cheeks so much."

Utter trash. Giggling drunk, the bassist noticed Hunter just blushing slightly and then Gilly's eyes shooting an evil glare towards the bassist. Laughing louder, Joe pulled on Aarne's long thick hair and pushed a kiss to his lips.

[suomi_thunder]

Aarne is gazing up in the sky. He had let several of the helium filled dolls fly free into the city sky in the middle of the night. "I wonder where the ones I set free went?" Then he's giggling. "Did we ever let the one with the horse cock free?"

He looks to Joe just in time to get kissed and can't help more giggling. Rik, who had been sitting quietly on the bed can only laugh.

"The whole hotel has seen your naked backside getting smacked as you ran through the halls, high on coke and sounding like a squealing girl." He just shakes his head. "Tom was so pissed when the front desk called up here."

Aarne turns to Dean and shrugs innocently, not that he is anywhere near innocent, ever. "I found out I could buy a box of 48 sex dolls and order a tank of helium from room service if I told them I was having a party. The universe asked for this to happen."

He batted at the doll's ass to watch it bob around on the ribbon. He would never forget how funny that night was, not ever.

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

"They do shit like that in fancy-ass places like these? Yeah, that's asking for trouble." Why the hell would anyone need 48 sex dolls, especially with enough urgency to get it delivered by room service, he will never know. "That's less the universe askin' and more the hotel itself, right?"

He's slowly easing into feeling more comfortable, and after a moment's hesitation, the flannel is taken off and thrown to join the jacket. It's warm in here with so many bodies, and he has a feeling that the tribal style marking on his arm won't even get a second look. And if it does, well, it's not like he's in a room with anyone who'll know what it does specifically, even if they've actually heard of or seen it before. The tee is staying, though.

"Have you used 'em as targets? It'd be like a clay pigeon shoot but with plastic tits and dick." He's snickering as he carries on making headway into his bottle.

[helland_damnation]

"They let us do whatever the fuck we want to in these fancy places because we're paying. Ziggy and Tom have been paying for most of it because they're so fucking awesome."

As for the sex dolls? That was a mix of being drunk, high and genuinely having a laugh with each other. Joe went along with it because the whole thing was hilarious making dolls out of all the band members. As for the one with the horse cock? Fuck knew where that one went.

"Not sure about the horse cock one. Aarne's right about your tarty naked ass, Gilly. Everyone knows you love it when Hunter chases you and slaps your ass."

He stuck a tongue out at the tarty drummer, who glared and offered a middle finger to the bassist. It was all good fun though and Hunter knew this. What Dean said though? That got the bassist smirking.

"Targets? Good idea. Next time we could do that. What do you say, babe?"

Joe moved to kiss Aarne's lips softly before putting the bottle of Jack to his lips once more, drinking large gulps.