Bjorn was already seeking out his ginger like a heat seeking missile, dodging the crowds and almost following the scent of his Brit. Hans just smirked and went off to find Ollie, hoping to spend some time with the racer and experience the traditional evening with him. The trashy Swede spotting Rekker and seeing him covered in blood and engaged in a knife fight with Vars and Damien. Oh? The singer screamed and then launched himself at the ginger, giggling loudly.
"You're fighting without me, bitch? Fuck. That's rude."
The Swede just pouted and then offered Rekker's ass a hard slap. All the blood though---it did make the singer stare a little but this was part of it, wasn't it? The ginger bastard did look fucking hot shirtless and covered in blood though.
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2022-06-23 20:15 (UTC)"You're fighting without me, bitch? Fuck. That's rude."
The Swede just pouted and then offered Rekker's ass a hard slap. All the blood though---it did make the singer stare a little but this was part of it, wasn't it? The ginger bastard did look fucking hot shirtless and covered in blood though.