Groaning slightly, Hjalmar just nodded slowly since every head moment caused a wave of dizziness and nausea to come over him. This had to be Ivar's booze making him feel like total crap, surely. The Jack never affecting him like this. The Swede oblivious to just how much booze he had actually drunk.
"Ok--yeah--let's uh---let me try to walk."
The drunken Swede grateful for those drummer's arms aiding him in walking as he slowly made his way to towards the bus with his Dane help. What if Ansgar hadn't been here to help? Would he have choked on his own vomit? Hjalmar didn't want to think about that.
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Date: 2022-08-21 08:30 pm (UTC)"Ok--yeah--let's uh---let me try to walk."
The drunken Swede grateful for those drummer's arms aiding him in walking as he slowly made his way to towards the bus with his Dane help. What if Ansgar hadn't been here to help? Would he have choked on his own vomit? Hjalmar didn't want to think about that.
"Fuck, the floor is moving---"