As per usual, Hjalmar was drunk and nearly trashed as he stumbled into the celebration, clutching a half empty Jack bottle in his hand. He'd been drinking all day and hadn't slept much the night before, hardly eating anything and just collapsing on the tour bus couch most of the time. He spotted Torden with the other Danes and smiled drunkenly, moving to press a soft kiss to the Dane's neck.
"I hope I'm not missing any of the party. Is there booze here too?"
This was the high priority for the drunk guitarist, who was already scouting at the food and drink table just ahead of him. The whole blood thing didn't bother him and he was dressed in just a pair of black silken pants with a small tie at the waist.
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Hjalmar to Torden
2022-06-27 20:59 (UTC)"I hope I'm not missing any of the party. Is there booze here too?"
This was the high priority for the drunk guitarist, who was already scouting at the food and drink table just ahead of him. The whole blood thing didn't bother him and he was dressed in just a pair of black silken pants with a small tie at the waist.