"You're right there. Back at the hotel I think the only sober ones are that tall blond guitarist, the two old men and a few of the others. But all of us Harlots are booze whores. Our drummer makes his own gut rot back in his hotel room. That's Ivar."

Hjalmar wasn't sure if Torden knew all of the trashy Swedes so he was going to tell him anyway. Ordering whatever was closest to a Nordic Summer the guitarist ordered a Sex on the Beach for himself just because. He was in LA so why not?

"Vodka is a good choice. It's Ivar's go to and most of his gut rot is vodka made out of whatever shit he can use. Herbs and other stuff. Fredrik got so drunk once he phone the cops because he thought he'd been abducted by aliens. He was in his own bed the whole time."