Mick walked down the hotel lobby carrying a bottle of Gordon's Gin in his hand as he was dressed in white silk pants and his jacket made for him by Ziggy. He loved his jacket with the little silver stars on it. Knocking on Aarne's door, the guitarist wondered what he would find inside since the Dane was also with him, wasn't he?
"Hey, mate? It's me, Ronno."
Using the nickname a lot of the band used for Mick.
Aarne and Rik had started drinking though there was an extra glass on the bedside stand waiting for the Brit. Aarne is in a pair of boy shorts, which are technically panties but he doesn't care. Rik is sitting in bed with him in a bathrobe, laughing loudly as they look through some high end fashion magazines. A past time of Aarne's to laugh at the really ridiculous things. They are sitting close with Aarne's arm around the Dane. It's friendly and they had been, earlier talking about the new boys in their lives.
"Come in." Aarne calls out barely between laughs. There's a warm dog bark too. Mouka is on the bed with them wagging his tail wildly at the prospect of someone new coming in.
Mick heard the voice then the bark. A dog? What else did the Fin have inside his room? Pushing the door open, he then noticed the lively dog and offered it a beaming smile since it was a cute animal. His eyes then went to the Fin who was barely dressed. Of course. Then, Rik, who was dressed in a bathrobe. Did the Scandinavians always dress like this when meeting guests? Mick wasn't so much a guest than a friend now that the bands were together touring.
"Nice dog you've got there. He's a friendly lad, isn't he?"
Offering Mouka a few scratches along his head and back, Mick then placed down the bottle of gin onto the table close by.
"I brought some London gin for you lads to try if you'd like."
The Scandinavians were more relaxed around friends and the bands instantly became friends once they started touring. It also came with having less taboos about bodies and sex, particularly in private.
"Her name is Mouka." Aarne tells Mick and the dog is eating up the attention. She's a smaller dog and as soon as Mick is done she bounds over and jumps on Rik. The Dane laughing and trying not to spill his drink.
"Later." Aarne waves it off and leans over to pour Mick a drink. The Danish Akvavit strongly flavored with citrus and caraway but also with the burn of most stronger booze. "Make yourself comfortable."
There is a chair in the room but Aarne folds up into a cross legged position as a more or less offer to join them on the bed. He's offering the glass to the Brit waiting to see what he thought of the drink they went to for celebrating.
"Mouka? Nice name. She's a beautiful animal, aren't you, love?"
Mick was more a cat person but he could get along with dogs too and this one was very cute and fluffy. She also seemed to love jumping in laps which caught the poor Dane off guard a little. Laughing softly, Mick went to join the lads on the bed to be sociable as he took the glass containing the Akvavit. Sniffing it before sipping some, he could smell the citrus and caraway. It also smelt like a strong spirit so knew it would probably get them all trashed.
"Thanks, mate. Well---here goes."
Gulping it down in one, Mick felt the burn coat his throat and loved how the strong flavours invaded his nostrils causing him to giggle slightly. Fuck, it was good! He liked it.
"This is some good stuff. Do you like it too, Rik?"
"It means wheat in Czech." Rik tells Mick while Mouka runs back over to the Brit for attention, throwing herself onto her side on the bed without stopping. The dog is high energy, goofy and social by nature. They were bred to work with people as a herding animal and lookout. They loved families and like the bands themselves, Mouka saw them all as her pack.
Rik laughs when Mick downs the whole glass. He was going to get trashed that way. "I drink it in a cocktail."
Aarne was drinking it straight though and filled Mick's glass back up after downing his own glass. He'd get trashed with Mick even if the Dane was a little more responsible.
"I have a cat back home at my parents' house called Gibson. He's a big, fluffy ginger tom who likes to curl up on people's laps."
Mick was hoping that one day when Ziggy met his parents that Gibson would climb into the Anthean's lap and curl up. It was a cute image. Smiling broadly, the Brit watched as Rik was being much more careful drinking in a cocktail. Smart lad. Yet, Mick loved to drink his booze straight and wasn't about to break the habit now. Aarne was drinking his straight too.
"So, do you blokes often invite people in your room for drinks? It's nice to share cultures like this."
Another large gulp and Mick swallowed quickly, feeling the burn warm his throat. It was good, strong liquor and the Scandis knew how to make decent booze.
"I have reindeer with my family." Aarne mentioned while he starts drinking down the next glass. The Fin is already partially drunk and from how giggly the Dane is, that isn't his first drink.
"We always drink together." Aarne shrugged because it was the norm. "Don't you get together and drink?"
"Vars is usually the one who starts this but his mind is occupied."
Rik just giggled at what Aarne was saying though he sat up a little more. "Do Brits eat sweets with their booze?"
"A reindeer? I bet you're not joking either are you, mate?"
Most back home would laugh but Mick knew that the Fin was telling the truth because reindeer were common up there in the freezing north. This guy was the real deal and so was his booze. Already, the heady flavours beginning to mull around in the guitarist's nostrils and mouth.
"Of course we do. The Spiders and Ziggy---we often drink together at bars or just socially in the hotel room."
Gilly often being a tarty trashmouth and Weird just giving him the deadpan stare. Ziggy laughing at what the lads do because now they were all good friends, even tarty Gilly. This Vars bloke though? He seemed tough and Mick knew not to mess with him. Wasn't he dating blockhead?
"Sweets? Do you mean chocolate or fruity sweets sort of thing? Not usually. We eat potato crisps or something salty usually."
"I have a picture of her." He digs around in a leather bag beside the bed and pulls out a picture. "I trained her to pull a sled before I left."
Aarne is a never ending drinker and will keep the glasses full. Something so well known that Rik is keeping his hand on top of his glass so that his cocktail doesn't keep getting stronger and stronger.
Rik pointed at the door across the room. "Aarne always has a kitchen when he can. He was drunk baking last night."
Leaning over to see the picture he was being shown, Mick immediately beamed at the photo of the reindeer. She was cute just like Mouka but much bigger and had antlers. A real life reindeer and not just one on a Christmas card which the Brit was used to seeing.
"She's a fine animal, mate. You really are lucky to be surrounded by cute fluffy friends."
Mick noticed Rik keeping a hand over his cocktail. Wise man. Or maybe he didn't want to get trashed which was fine because it should be a choice and not a necessity. Glancing over towards the door where the Dane was mentioning the drunk baking, Mick just stared a little.
"Drunk baking? How did you not burn yourself or set the oven on fire? It's what I'd bloody do if I was drunk trying to cook stuff."
"We moved south to Rovaniemi, when I was 11." And that meant no more animals for a long time. "I'm going to take my parents back to where I grew up when we're done with the tour."
It would be a nice gift to go back and see family. His parents didn't travel back home very often and Aarne hadn't been there in 6 or 7 years.
The Dane starts laughing and elbows the Fin. "Aarne has a lot of being drunk."
Aarne shoved his bandmate back. "I'm trying to become a chef in our downtime."
"You drink a lot then, eh? I don't blame you. Sometimes, I like a gin or scotch in the evening to wind down after a tough day on stage. Most times I drink with my band mates and smoke. Would you like one?"
He pulled out his smokes and offered Aarne and Rik one if they so wished to take one. Mick just being friendly during this cultural exchange of sorts. The Akvavit beginning to make him a little looser with his tongue and he began to relax a little more. Shifting to sit on the bed more, Mick smiled to his new friends.
"So, what shall we do tonight? How about telling each other about funny stories that's happened to us?"
That sounded a good idea as he lit his cigarette up and took a deep drag whilst offering up his empty glass for Aarne to fill up.
"When am I not drinking?" Aarne says with a laugh while looking between the other two. Rik just shook his head and leaned into Aarne's shoulder. It's easy to tell the two are very close, probably closer to wach other than either of them are to the other members of the Hammers.
Aarne looked down at the smokes and sighed. "No. We don't smoke around Rik."
He didn't say why but Aarne gave the blonde a protective one armed hug while he poured more Akvavit for the Brit. Rik looked up at Mick's suggestion and blushed red because he knew what would come from Aarne.
The Fin smiled and motioned toward the Brit with his glass. "You first."
Aarne and Rik leaned back against the head of the bed, cuddling but Aarne was looking at the Brit. "You can come up here too. "I don't bite."
"There's a lie." Rik retorts to the Fin saying he didn't bite. He bite people all the time.
That got the Brit smirking but then his smile fall when he noticed the slight concern on the Fin's face regarding people smoking around the Dane. Maybe he had health issues? Whatever the case, Mick apologised and snubbed his smoke out because it would be rude to smoke around Rik.
"Sorry, mate. I didn't know. Well, there's plenty of drink to go around and stories too I bet."
Trying to lighten the mood once more, Mick wondered what story he could tell the lads. Oh, he had a good one. The booth and Gilly. That one. Bloody hell---that day was eventful for sure. Moving to sit next to Aarne, the guitarist nodded and laughed slightly at Rik saying Aarne bit people.
"There's a good one involving me, Ziggy, Gilly and Weird. We all went out shopping and Zig and me---we went into a booth to try some clothes on. The other lads were still looking at suits and pants----then me and Zig we kissed and well, started to fuck in the booth."
Mick took a gulp of drink before continuing.
"Then, Gilly had to burst in on us, didn't he? This was before either of the lads knew me and Zig were together, since we had to hide it for a while. Gilly screamed like a fucking girl, yelled COCK! At the top of his lungs, grabbed Weird and ran back to the hotel. Bloody hell---me and Zig were just staring at one another before we got dressed and went to chase Gilly down to explain everything."
"I'm fine." Rik tries to force a smile. "It makes me cough sometimes."
Aarne didn't want the Dane to have a coughing fit but it isn't a big deal to either of them since Mick is polite about it. Aarne thinks Mick's story is hilarious and starts giggling. Rik though is turning 50 shades of red over the topic.
Aarne has to stop drinking because of his laughter. "Do you know how many times we've heard Gilly yell Cock randomly? Hundreds probably."
Aarne looks at the Dane who is frowning. They know each other so well he can almost read the Fin's mind. "That reminds me of this girl that was after Rik a year ago. She showed up at..."
He paused and looked to the Dane who finishes. "8 or 9 concerts, I think."
"Anyway." The Fin goes on between drinks. "This one show she was up front and grabbed Rik's hair while he was playing. He would have went right into the crowd if they hadn't grabbed him. About a week later, we had a show with a couple backstage passes and I hear all this yelling. She's gotten in the dressing room and Rik is pinned in those little slots where they have a bunch of them for each band member to hang their clothes. He's in a towel and she's confessing her love to him and begging to suck him and all this crazy shit. It was hard not to laugh."
"It was real funny!" Rik elbows the drummer in the side. "Aarne had to bring security in to drag her out. I still see her sometimes."
"Do you still have that sign with her panties taped on it?" Aarne asks. "Razor Rik is a sex god."
"No!" Rik just shakes his head at the whole mess. He seemed to attract the craziest fans and he had no idea why. "And I stay away from the edge of the stage too."
"Bloody crazy groupies, eh? I've had a few of those try to yank on my clothes and guitar on stage. No one touches my baby and Ziggy gave all the girls stink eye if they blew kisses or tried to touch me. I slapped the hands away at people who tried to grab onto Ziggy. It's more dangerous for him because if he fell he could break bones. Most people don't know that because he's----well he's got light bones."
Mick knew he couldn't go into detail regarding Ziggy's biology so kept it simple and human. It was the obvious way to not reveal the Anthean's heritage. Smiling, Mick placed a hand on Rik's shoulder. The poor bloke. She sounded crazy.
"I've had underwear thrown at me and so has Weird and Ziggy. It happens to all of us."
He took another sip and then shook his head, smiling. The stories these young blokes could tell---it really was quite amusing. The life of a rock star was never one that was dull.
"Me and Zig fucked on a moving train full of screaming groupies. I showed my ass through the window and we missed our stop because we were too busy fucking."
This was a story that had more sentimental value than anything because it was where Mick first made love to Ziggy after wanting to for so long. He had admitted his love and it felt wonderful.
"You should see when we go to Norway. The women cry in the streets over Vars like the Beatles." Rik points out. "I never expected them to be this crazy."
The Dane had been so young when he got into the band that he had no idea what he was really getting into. It was easy for them to imagine Ziggy getting injured in a fall. He was so tall and skinny there would be no cushioning if he hit a concrete floor. Nether of them questioned the idea.
"Rik gets tits flashed at him all the time, we all do at some of the shows." The crowds got wild and Aarne had a good view of it from behind the drum kit.
"How didn't you get caught?" Rik blurted out the question but it was startling to hear.
"Aarne one time came on stage for an encore and played a drum solo while we were coming back out... but he was playing the drums with dildos." Rik gave the Fin a suspicious look. "You still haven't told me where those came from."
Aarne just shrugged with a grin as he sipped his drink. This was obviously a long standing secret that the Fin had yet to give up.
"They do? Bloody hell, that's pretty extreme isn't it? Unless the girls in your country are more emotional than ours in the UK. I've dated some groupies and they can be fucking crazy. Grabbing your pants, throwing their underwear and even a pack of condoms at me before."
That just threw Mick off his riff when the pack of condoms got thrown on stage at his feet. Obviously, some girl thought she'd get lucky and manage to sleep with the guitarist. Not that it happened of course. His eyes were set on Ziggy but the groupies were the cover to hide his conflicted emotions. It was so difficult back then.
"Tits? Me and Zig saw a couple having sex in the crowd once. Or several lots of couples. Just throwing their clothes off and having at it. They felt liberated. Then, some crazy bastards ripped the seats out one gig. That was a shit show."
Some fans just went crazy since it was the Anthean empathy. Of course it was. Yet, Mick couldn't well tell the lads that so it would have to be hype mixed with drugs and possible liberation ecstasy. A mix of all of that. Then, Mick was snorting at Rik because....dildos? Fucking hell!
"Dildos? Jesus Christ, mate. I just can't imagine our Gilly playing with those, unless Hunter gave them to him."
"Vars was in a porn magazine when he was 20." Aarne gives as the reason for the girl which instantly starts Rik laughing. "He's a sex icon in Norway with his first band, or was and it hasn't gone away."
"It's funny when girls throw panties at Hunter because he's more interested in wearing them then having anything to do with the girls." Rik was flushed but encouraged to be part of the conversation.
"They tore out the seats?" Rik just shakes his head but looks to Aarne. "We've had people having sex in the crowd."
Aarne shrugs. "You should have seen the papers the next day. The blurred out pictures."
"He was? It must take guts to take your clothes off for a porno mag. I don't think I could do that since I wouldn't want others staring at my naked body. I'd only do it for Ziggy."
Of course Ronno had private pictures of Ziggy naked kept close to him at all times just like the Anthean had ones of his blond. That was intimate though and he wouldn't be discussing that with the Scandis no matter how smashed he got. Laughing softly, Mick nodded. He knew about the crazy side of being a rock star.
"I bet Hunter takes some of them home, washes them and puts them on. He's the kind of bloke to do that I reckon."
Mick knew he was a glam queen and a very kind and friendly man. Someone Gilly should be grateful for having as a lover and boyfriend. Taking a sip of drink, the blond nodded.
"Yeah, they got so crazy they ripped the seats out. Fucking mental it was. They had to stop the show because everyone just went wild. The papers are boring idiots. They should have published the dildo drum banging."
"They're nice pictures." Aarne gets to laughing though at Mick's comment. "I don't believe you after all the times I've seen you shirtless on stage and your naked ass while you fuck."
The teasing was too good to pass up. Though even Rik starts giggling at Mick's next comment and turns to the other guitarist. "You should ask him what he does with all the collected panties."
It would be worth seeing Hunter sputter over that kind of question. Rik is slowly getting more drunk and it is loosening his tongue up. "You should tell him why you're the Finnish Terror in Sweden."
"I'm sure they are nice. The bloke isn't bad looking if you like a bit of rough punk. I'm more into long legged girls as you both probably know."
Mick smirked and then downed the rest of his drink. God, it was strong and causing him to get more drunk by the minute. But he loved it, now warming his blood as well as his humour. Laughing loudly at Rik's comment about Hunter and his groupie panties, Mick just nodded and held out his glass once more to be re-filled. He was going to get trashed at this rate.
"Talking about dodgy photos and stuff---there's a joke that I'm called Mick Stardust once we and Zig get married in the future, like. It sounds like a fucking porn star name."
"Does that mean you like my legs?" Aarne winked teasingly at Mick, not at all interested in him sexually but definitely looking to poke a little fun and laugh.
Aarne quickly refilled Mick's glass which Rik was watching wide-eyed. The Brit was going to be a mess; tonight and in the morning. His people didn't refer to this as mule for nothing.
The Fin almost spit his drink at what the guitarist said. "You're going to marry Ziggy?"
And then he's giggling. "You're already a pornstar on bar cameras."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ninetydegrees
no subject
on 2021-04-29 05:07 pm (UTC)In the morning too. Sure. Come over and we'll get it out.
text>>action;
on 2021-04-29 05:26 pm (UTC)Mick walked down the hotel lobby carrying a bottle of Gordon's Gin in his hand as he was dressed in white silk pants and his jacket made for him by Ziggy. He loved his jacket with the little silver stars on it. Knocking on Aarne's door, the guitarist wondered what he would find inside since the Dane was also with him, wasn't he?
"Hey, mate? It's me, Ronno."
Using the nickname a lot of the band used for Mick.
Re: text>>action;
on 2021-04-29 05:38 pm (UTC)"Come in." Aarne calls out barely between laughs. There's a warm dog bark too. Mouka is on the bed with them wagging his tail wildly at the prospect of someone new coming in.
no subject
on 2021-04-29 07:04 pm (UTC)"Nice dog you've got there. He's a friendly lad, isn't he?"
Offering Mouka a few scratches along his head and back, Mick then placed down the bottle of gin onto the table close by.
"I brought some London gin for you lads to try if you'd like."
no subject
on 2021-04-29 07:48 pm (UTC)"Her name is Mouka." Aarne tells Mick and the dog is eating up the attention. She's a smaller dog and as soon as Mick is done she bounds over and jumps on Rik. The Dane laughing and trying not to spill his drink.
"Later." Aarne waves it off and leans over to pour Mick a drink. The Danish Akvavit strongly flavored with citrus and caraway but also with the burn of most stronger booze. "Make yourself comfortable."
There is a chair in the room but Aarne folds up into a cross legged position as a more or less offer to join them on the bed. He's offering the glass to the Brit waiting to see what he thought of the drink they went to for celebrating.
no subject
on 2021-04-29 07:55 pm (UTC)Mick was more a cat person but he could get along with dogs too and this one was very cute and fluffy. She also seemed to love jumping in laps which caught the poor Dane off guard a little. Laughing softly, Mick went to join the lads on the bed to be sociable as he took the glass containing the Akvavit. Sniffing it before sipping some, he could smell the citrus and caraway. It also smelt like a strong spirit so knew it would probably get them all trashed.
"Thanks, mate. Well---here goes."
Gulping it down in one, Mick felt the burn coat his throat and loved how the strong flavours invaded his nostrils causing him to giggle slightly. Fuck, it was good! He liked it.
"This is some good stuff. Do you like it too, Rik?"
no subject
on 2021-04-29 08:06 pm (UTC)Rik laughs when Mick downs the whole glass. He was going to get trashed that way. "I drink it in a cocktail."
Aarne was drinking it straight though and filled Mick's glass back up after downing his own glass. He'd get trashed with Mick even if the Dane was a little more responsible.
no subject
on 2021-04-29 08:11 pm (UTC)Mick was hoping that one day when Ziggy met his parents that Gibson would climb into the Anthean's lap and curl up. It was a cute image. Smiling broadly, the Brit watched as Rik was being much more careful drinking in a cocktail. Smart lad. Yet, Mick loved to drink his booze straight and wasn't about to break the habit now. Aarne was drinking his straight too.
"So, do you blokes often invite people in your room for drinks? It's nice to share cultures like this."
Another large gulp and Mick swallowed quickly, feeling the burn warm his throat. It was good, strong liquor and the Scandis knew how to make decent booze.
no subject
on 2021-04-29 08:35 pm (UTC)"We always drink together." Aarne shrugged because it was the norm. "Don't you get together and drink?"
"Vars is usually the one who starts this but his mind is occupied."
Rik just giggled at what Aarne was saying though he sat up a little more. "Do Brits eat sweets with their booze?"
no subject
on 2021-04-30 10:54 am (UTC)Most back home would laugh but Mick knew that the Fin was telling the truth because reindeer were common up there in the freezing north. This guy was the real deal and so was his booze. Already, the heady flavours beginning to mull around in the guitarist's nostrils and mouth.
"Of course we do. The Spiders and Ziggy---we often drink together at bars or just socially in the hotel room."
Gilly often being a tarty trashmouth and Weird just giving him the deadpan stare. Ziggy laughing at what the lads do because now they were all good friends, even tarty Gilly. This Vars bloke though? He seemed tough and Mick knew not to mess with him. Wasn't he dating blockhead?
"Sweets? Do you mean chocolate or fruity sweets sort of thing? Not usually. We eat potato crisps or something salty usually."
no subject
on 2021-04-30 02:19 pm (UTC)Aarne is a never ending drinker and will keep the glasses full. Something so well known that Rik is keeping his hand on top of his glass so that his cocktail doesn't keep getting stronger and stronger.
Rik pointed at the door across the room. "Aarne always has a kitchen when he can. He was drunk baking last night."
no subject
on 2021-04-30 03:21 pm (UTC)"She's a fine animal, mate. You really are lucky to be surrounded by cute fluffy friends."
Mick noticed Rik keeping a hand over his cocktail. Wise man. Or maybe he didn't want to get trashed which was fine because it should be a choice and not a necessity. Glancing over towards the door where the Dane was mentioning the drunk baking, Mick just stared a little.
"Drunk baking? How did you not burn yourself or set the oven on fire? It's what I'd bloody do if I was drunk trying to cook stuff."
no subject
on 2021-04-30 05:12 pm (UTC)It would be a nice gift to go back and see family. His parents didn't travel back home very often and Aarne hadn't been there in 6 or 7 years.
The Dane starts laughing and elbows the Fin. "Aarne has a lot of being drunk."
Aarne shoved his bandmate back. "I'm trying to become a chef in our downtime."
no subject
on 2021-04-30 07:09 pm (UTC)He pulled out his smokes and offered Aarne and Rik one if they so wished to take one. Mick just being friendly during this cultural exchange of sorts. The Akvavit beginning to make him a little looser with his tongue and he began to relax a little more. Shifting to sit on the bed more, Mick smiled to his new friends.
"So, what shall we do tonight? How about telling each other about funny stories that's happened to us?"
That sounded a good idea as he lit his cigarette up and took a deep drag whilst offering up his empty glass for Aarne to fill up.
no subject
on 2021-04-30 08:12 pm (UTC)Aarne looked down at the smokes and sighed. "No. We don't smoke around Rik."
He didn't say why but Aarne gave the blonde a protective one armed hug while he poured more Akvavit for the Brit. Rik looked up at Mick's suggestion and blushed red because he knew what would come from Aarne.
The Fin smiled and motioned toward the Brit with his glass. "You first."
Aarne and Rik leaned back against the head of the bed, cuddling but Aarne was looking at the Brit. "You can come up here too. "I don't bite."
"There's a lie." Rik retorts to the Fin saying he didn't bite. He bite people all the time.
no subject
on 2021-04-30 08:25 pm (UTC)"Sorry, mate. I didn't know. Well, there's plenty of drink to go around and stories too I bet."
Trying to lighten the mood once more, Mick wondered what story he could tell the lads. Oh, he had a good one. The booth and Gilly. That one. Bloody hell---that day was eventful for sure. Moving to sit next to Aarne, the guitarist nodded and laughed slightly at Rik saying Aarne bit people.
"There's a good one involving me, Ziggy, Gilly and Weird. We all went out shopping and Zig and me---we went into a booth to try some clothes on. The other lads were still looking at suits and pants----then me and Zig we kissed and well, started to fuck in the booth."
Mick took a gulp of drink before continuing.
"Then, Gilly had to burst in on us, didn't he? This was before either of the lads knew me and Zig were together, since we had to hide it for a while. Gilly screamed like a fucking girl, yelled COCK! At the top of his lungs, grabbed Weird and ran back to the hotel. Bloody hell---me and Zig were just staring at one another before we got dressed and went to chase Gilly down to explain everything."
no subject
on 2021-04-30 08:41 pm (UTC)Aarne didn't want the Dane to have a coughing fit but it isn't a big deal to either of them since Mick is polite about it. Aarne thinks Mick's story is hilarious and starts giggling. Rik though is turning 50 shades of red over the topic.
Aarne has to stop drinking because of his laughter. "Do you know how many times we've heard Gilly yell Cock randomly? Hundreds probably."
Aarne looks at the Dane who is frowning. They know each other so well he can almost read the Fin's mind. "That reminds me of this girl that was after Rik a year ago. She showed up at..."
He paused and looked to the Dane who finishes. "8 or 9 concerts, I think."
"Anyway." The Fin goes on between drinks. "This one show she was up front and grabbed Rik's hair while he was playing. He would have went right into the crowd if they hadn't grabbed him. About a week later, we had a show with a couple backstage passes and I hear all this yelling. She's gotten in the dressing room and Rik is pinned in those little slots where they have a bunch of them for each band member to hang their clothes. He's in a towel and she's confessing her love to him and begging to suck him and all this crazy shit. It was hard not to laugh."
"It was real funny!" Rik elbows the drummer in the side. "Aarne had to bring security in to drag her out. I still see her sometimes."
"Do you still have that sign with her panties taped on it?" Aarne asks. "Razor Rik is a sex god."
"No!" Rik just shakes his head at the whole mess. He seemed to attract the craziest fans and he had no idea why. "And I stay away from the edge of the stage too."
no subject
on 2021-04-30 08:52 pm (UTC)Mick knew he couldn't go into detail regarding Ziggy's biology so kept it simple and human. It was the obvious way to not reveal the Anthean's heritage. Smiling, Mick placed a hand on Rik's shoulder. The poor bloke. She sounded crazy.
"I've had underwear thrown at me and so has Weird and Ziggy. It happens to all of us."
He took another sip and then shook his head, smiling. The stories these young blokes could tell---it really was quite amusing. The life of a rock star was never one that was dull.
"Me and Zig fucked on a moving train full of screaming groupies. I showed my ass through the window and we missed our stop because we were too busy fucking."
This was a story that had more sentimental value than anything because it was where Mick first made love to Ziggy after wanting to for so long. He had admitted his love and it felt wonderful.
no subject
on 2021-04-30 09:10 pm (UTC)The Dane had been so young when he got into the band that he had no idea what he was really getting into. It was easy for them to imagine Ziggy getting injured in a fall. He was so tall and skinny there would be no cushioning if he hit a concrete floor. Nether of them questioned the idea.
"Rik gets tits flashed at him all the time, we all do at some of the shows." The crowds got wild and Aarne had a good view of it from behind the drum kit.
"How didn't you get caught?" Rik blurted out the question but it was startling to hear.
"Aarne one time came on stage for an encore and played a drum solo while we were coming back out... but he was playing the drums with dildos." Rik gave the Fin a suspicious look. "You still haven't told me where those came from."
Aarne just shrugged with a grin as he sipped his drink. This was obviously a long standing secret that the Fin had yet to give up.
no subject
on 2021-05-01 08:51 pm (UTC)That just threw Mick off his riff when the pack of condoms got thrown on stage at his feet. Obviously, some girl thought she'd get lucky and manage to sleep with the guitarist. Not that it happened of course. His eyes were set on Ziggy but the groupies were the cover to hide his conflicted emotions. It was so difficult back then.
"Tits? Me and Zig saw a couple having sex in the crowd once. Or several lots of couples. Just throwing their clothes off and having at it. They felt liberated. Then, some crazy bastards ripped the seats out one gig. That was a shit show."
Some fans just went crazy since it was the Anthean empathy. Of course it was. Yet, Mick couldn't well tell the lads that so it would have to be hype mixed with drugs and possible liberation ecstasy. A mix of all of that. Then, Mick was snorting at Rik because....dildos? Fucking hell!
"Dildos? Jesus Christ, mate. I just can't imagine our Gilly playing with those, unless Hunter gave them to him."
no subject
on 2021-05-02 12:54 am (UTC)"It's funny when girls throw panties at Hunter because he's more interested in wearing them then having anything to do with the girls." Rik was flushed but encouraged to be part of the conversation.
"They tore out the seats?" Rik just shakes his head but looks to Aarne. "We've had people having sex in the crowd."
Aarne shrugs. "You should have seen the papers the next day. The blurred out pictures."
no subject
on 2021-05-03 08:48 pm (UTC)Of course Ronno had private pictures of Ziggy naked kept close to him at all times just like the Anthean had ones of his blond. That was intimate though and he wouldn't be discussing that with the Scandis no matter how smashed he got. Laughing softly, Mick nodded. He knew about the crazy side of being a rock star.
"I bet Hunter takes some of them home, washes them and puts them on. He's the kind of bloke to do that I reckon."
Mick knew he was a glam queen and a very kind and friendly man. Someone Gilly should be grateful for having as a lover and boyfriend. Taking a sip of drink, the blond nodded.
"Yeah, they got so crazy they ripped the seats out. Fucking mental it was. They had to stop the show because everyone just went wild. The papers are boring idiots. They should have published the dildo drum banging."
Of course they should.
no subject
on 2021-05-04 08:57 am (UTC)The teasing was too good to pass up. Though even Rik starts giggling at Mick's next comment and turns to the other guitarist. "You should ask him what he does with all the collected panties."
It would be worth seeing Hunter sputter over that kind of question. Rik is slowly getting more drunk and it is loosening his tongue up. "You should tell him why you're the Finnish Terror in Sweden."
no subject
on 2021-05-04 01:16 pm (UTC)Mick smirked and then downed the rest of his drink. God, it was strong and causing him to get more drunk by the minute. But he loved it, now warming his blood as well as his humour. Laughing loudly at Rik's comment about Hunter and his groupie panties, Mick just nodded and held out his glass once more to be re-filled. He was going to get trashed at this rate.
"Talking about dodgy photos and stuff---there's a joke that I'm called Mick Stardust once we and Zig get married in the future, like. It sounds like a fucking porn star name."
no subject
on 2021-05-04 07:49 pm (UTC)Aarne quickly refilled Mick's glass which Rik was watching wide-eyed. The Brit was going to be a mess; tonight and in the morning. His people didn't refer to this as mule for nothing.
The Fin almost spit his drink at what the guitarist said. "You're going to marry Ziggy?"
And then he's giggling. "You're already a pornstar on bar cameras."
(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by(no subject)
Posted by