"Ok, we can do that. I'm fine but are you ok? That fucking pig deserved a kick and pepper spraying. I will thank Damien later for spooking that asshole off."

Fredrik was ok, not too bad since he'd dealt with fuckheads like that before. Mikkel, however, looked worse off. The Swede squeezing his friend's hand as they walked back to the hotel with their bags of food and drink.

"My hair is fine. The pig was probably jealous of mine. We can get smashed and eat our food once we get back."

At least they'd be safe with more band members around. Robert and Tom too.