"Never had a Swede before? I might be your first then tonight."

Hjalmar clinked his glass against Torden's one and smirked, offering a drunken wink. The guitarist was nearly almost drunk off his head, collapsed over some bar or another with Sven or Ivar usually having to carry their guitarist into the nearest taxi. An absolute trashfire.

"Rik? I'll have to talk to him because there aren't many 18 string players around. Sometimes I play a bow fiddle against my strings on stage. Fucking epic."

Downing his drink in one the drunken Swede then moved in a little closer towards Torden.