"You mean someone tell me to slow down with the booze?"

Hjalmar just looked at the Dane and shrugged. Why would he want to? He was happy, wasn't he? Just drinking with his friends and getting into trouble. This was the life of a rock star, wasn't it? The Swede just couldn't see past his habit.

"Ivar's gut rot is fucking lethal. Have you tried any yet? Fredrik gets silly and giggly on it while Sven seems to be able to drink more than anyone else. All except Ivar. He can last a whole night on his own booze. Must be fucking immune or something."

The drunken guitarist just enjoying the Dane's company as he downed his own drink in kind.

"I drink with Erik and he always collapses on my leg when he's drunk. No more hoes in the flowers though."