Rekker noticed the boys but said nothing. He was watchful enough to also see the Dane was carrying something and obviously sneaking up on the Swede.

Mikkel was making his way up behind Sigurd. The bar stool was perfect, as was the way he was sitting which bunched up the back of his shirt. The hair was going to be the biggest issue. There was no way to get to his collar without touching his hair.

The Dane made a choice and used his empty hand to push Sigurd's hair aside to kiss his cheek. Once the Swede was distracted and the hair was out of the way he dumped the ice and the bit of ice cold water inside his shirt. Hopefully, as usual, part of the bassist's shirt would be tucked in and trap the ice at his waist.