Friends Unite against Pigs

[rebellisk_tarta]

The intimacy of ordering food and “shall we share it?”

Fredrik was in the line at the local booze store waiting to be served. He had four bottles of vodka in his shopping basket and couldn't help but notice the stares coming from behind him. It was a large burly man who kept his eyes fixed on the glam bassist in front of him, offering the boy menacing glances. Mikkel was next door in the grocery store getting some food so they could share it. Hot takeaway burgers and maybe some fries.

"Move along, girly. I think you're next. Stupid punk kid with long hair. Why don't you fucking chop that shit off since you're supposed to be a boy. Are you? You can't tell with you lot sometimes. Fucking queer bitches."

The Swede frowned as he heard the man's words rasped behind his neck, way too close for comfort as he span around pissed off wanting to tell this jerk to fuck off. How dare he. This fucking fat asshole needed to learn some manners!

"Fuck off, fet mage. "Fat belly." Why don't you leave people like me alone and go on a diet. You are a fat pig."

Paying for his booze and ignoring the fat bastard behind him, Fredrik was about to walk out the door when he felt his hair being pulled from the back. What the hell? Fuck! He tried to get free but couldn't since the fat bastard had him by his long blond hair.

"Fucking brat! No one talks to me like that especially not some fucking immigrant bitch like you. Foreign bastard punk. Why don't you cry to mummy?"

Fredrik aimed a punch at the guy's face but it was hard when your hair was being yanked back. Ouch! Fuck this! The Swede was beginning to panic a little as he'd never been abused in public like this by some fat fuck of an ignorant American.

"Let me go! How about I get the cops on your big fat ass? Fuck you---"

The Swede swore in his own language and then could see the outline of a pair of long legs entering the booze store. Mikkel. Fredrik aimed a vicious kick behind but could only hear the fat man laughing as he tugged harder, enjoying hurting the Swede.

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[rebellisk_tarta]

"I am correct? Really? Older men get smaller cocks?"

Fredrik just burst out laughing, holding onto Mikkel for support as he tried to keep his mouth close to the phone. Did that mean that all the older men on the tour had smaller cocks than the youngest members? Measuring would be the only way to tell...

"Freezing temperatures do make your cock shrink because---"

The Swede giggling so hard he couldn't speak for a moment.

"--because I used to go ice swimming and mine shrank so small once!"

[oprorsk_sode]

Mikkel was way too drunk for Isamu's comment about parents and instantly started to cry; loud and burying himself in Fredrik's chest. Fredrik would have an easy time talking at least because the Dane is shoving the phone toward him. He doesn't want to talk to Isamu any more.

[itmeanscourage]

Not that Isamu has much of an idea of what is going on. The boys on the other side of the line are quite drunk, and barely making coherent sense as it is.

“Penis size varies between individuals. Penis size also changes over the course of a single individual’s lifespan. Therefore, it is very likely that even Jack and Ziggy do not possess absolutely identical penises.” He tried to summarize between, what, was one of them crying now? “Does that answer your initial question?”

[rebellisk_tarta]

Fredrik's face fell when Mikkel started to cry loudly. Oh no---what? The Swede picked up the phone now shoved towards him not knowing what to say. It wasn't funny anymore--not now that Mikkel was upset.

"Maybe I--I don't know, Brain boy. But I have to go now. Mikkel needs me---bye."

The Swede was too focused on helping his drunk emotional friend and had forgot to end the call because he was totally drunk. The phone now slipping down onto the floor with a soft thump still connected to Isamu.

"Mikkel? Hej, I am here for you, Min vän. Do not cry."

Had Isamu upset him? Fredrik now holding onto the Dane massaging his back.

[oprorsk_sode]

Mikkel curled up and started feeling tired then pushed the phone back toward Fredrik when he saw it was still on.

"You talk to Isamu." Mikkel was sniffling as the tears passed and just wanted to lay here against Fredrik but that didn't mean he had to stop talking or asking questions.

[itmeanscourage]

Of course, with the phone now on the floor or being passed between hands, the drunken mess was now a muffled drunken mess.

“…hello? Are you still there?”

[rebellisk_tarta]

Fredrik just sighed and didn't really know what to do because he too was trashed just as much as Mikkel was, yet he wasn't crying. He grabbed the phone and realised it was still connected. Oh fuck---how long had Isamu been on the other end.

"Yeah? I'm here---Isamu? Mikkel is feeling a bit upset so I'm looking after him."

The Swede was gently stroking Mikkel's hair as he spoke on the phone.

[oprorsk_sode]

Mikkel was quickly curling up in Fredrik's lap and on the verge of passing out.

"I'm fine." He grouched at first and then mumbled a bit in Danish while rubbing his eyes.

"Tell him I hate my parents." Of course, Isamu could probably hear the Dane but he's not thinking about that right now. More, enjoying the hair stroking and trying to focus on that.

[itmeanscourage]

This was getting awkward. But they were clearly intoxicated, so that was probably just par for the course.

“Ah, well… I suppose all of the relevant quandaries have been addressed. I will let you get back to… whatever it is you are doing.”

At least if they called back, Minoru’s PINpoint was out here in the living room. He wouldn’t be woken up again.