Bjorn was still half asleep as he'd taken shit loads of coke the night before while out with Blixt at a club. He'd gotten drunk too but mostly just buzzing from the coke he'd shared out with his band members. Now, laying across Rekker's bed naked and trashed Bjorn heard a buzzing noise then music like a ringtone.
Rekker's phone was going off.
"Fuck!----who the fuck is calling? I'll get it, babe."
Picking up the phone Bjorn squinted half asleep and read the caller's ID. Brat? Bass? Who the fuck was this? Answering the phone, Bjorn screamed down the mouthpiece and then sat up in bed with his legs tangled in the sheets.
"WHO THE FUCK IS THIS? It's too early for this shit! If it's pizza or whatever just leave it outside on the porch. No strippers because I didn't order any--that was Ulrik and he was trashed. FUCK OFF! AHHHHH!"
Bjorn then laid the phone on the bed accidentally pushing the speaker button with his thumb.
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Date: 2022-09-04 01:32 pm (UTC)Rekker's phone was going off.
"Fuck!----who the fuck is calling? I'll get it, babe."
Picking up the phone Bjorn squinted half asleep and read the caller's ID. Brat? Bass? Who the fuck was this? Answering the phone, Bjorn screamed down the mouthpiece and then sat up in bed with his legs tangled in the sheets.
"WHO THE FUCK IS THIS? It's too early for this shit! If it's pizza or whatever just leave it outside on the porch. No strippers because I didn't order any--that was Ulrik and he was trashed. FUCK OFF! AHHHHH!"
Bjorn then laid the phone on the bed accidentally pushing the speaker button with his thumb.