"Ingredients? I've got a still set up in my hotel bedroom with the windows wide open to let out the fumes. Fucking works though. Back home I make my own vodka so I thought why the hell not do it here in LA too? No idea about the laws though. Fuck them."
You still didn't answer Isamu, Ivar. The ingredients.
"Your floor is vibrating? Fucking epic. I added some weird herbs I picked from here in the hotel garden. Strong vodka---around five bottles."
“Weird herbs. Honestly…” Isamu would have shaken his head, but it was spinning in a very odd way. It was not easy to type, but he managed.
“I suppose I should count my blessings that it is something natural, rather than something synthetic - methylenedioxymethamphetamine or one of the many alternative entactogens - but do you have any idea what it was that you picked? Or its toxicity?!”
"Yes, weird herbs. I do not know what they are called in your language. They smelt good and I added them to my brew. The booze tasted good when I tasted it last."
Ivar meaning when he tasted the fresh batch back in his hotel bedroom where the still was currently bubbling away. As for the alcohol content? That was questionable. Perhaps well over the 40% usual safety standard for most spirits.
"It is all natural so you don't need to worry. What the fuck is that word?"
The Swede had no idea so just shrugged. Was the booze making the bloke babble nonsense? It would seem so.
No, the brainiac was not babbling nonsense. Tactile hallucinations about a vibrating floor, sure. But not babbling nonsense. (This was how he always talked.)
“Methylenedioxymethamphetamine. Perhaps more commonly known by the abbreviation MDMA.” He scoffed.
“But just because something is natural does not make it safe for human consumption. Belladonna Is natural, and it can paralyze the heart. White snakeroot is natural, but drinking the milk from a cow that grazed on it is enough to poison someone.”
Sorry, Isamu but Ivar isn't as technically minded as you. He also doesn't speak as good English as some of the band members so some words might just fly over his blond head. Being drunk also doesn't help when trying to understand long complicated words. The drummer just frowned.
"MDMA? I think you are meaning E? Ecstasy?"
This is what he meant? Ivar knew of the herbs Isamu was describing and nodded. He might be a drunk but he knew not to pick those. He wanted to make a strong load of booze not outright poison which could hurt people.
"I know not to pick the bad herbs. But you are not being ill right now are you?"
“Honestly, ‘street names’ of drugs have very little meaning anymore with such questionable levels of purity, especially around synthetic club drugs - I have read multiple studies on it.” He added, before the question of personal experience could be raised. No, he hadn’t done any drugs like that. “But yes, I mean ecstasy.”
Isamu rolled his eyes.
“Are you intoxicated? I called you because I am currently experiencing tactile hallucinations of my floor vibrating. This is not normal. And your homemade beverage is the last thing that I consumed before returning to my room.”
"Everyone is drunk right now. They've all been at my booze but they haven't experienced what you're saying about the floor vibrating. That's fucking weird. Maybe you got the end of the batch and the herb concentration is higher?"
Ivar was trying to think why it would effect Isamu worse than how it's affecting everyone else. Unless they too would start hallucinating too? Fuck knew. The Swede was almost resistant to his own gut rot now so wasn't nearly as drunk as some of the others currently hanging out in his hotel room. Fredrik was on the floor giggling with Hjalmar and Sven was just laughing with Ulrik.
"Sleep it off. It's the best advice I can give you."
Ivar had wandered over to find Syn hanging around with Mikkel and the others. Ansgar no doubt talking to his brother with Hjalmar close by with Torden and Lars. Just being with Syn was all the drummer wanted because he could tell he was happy making new friends.
"Syn? Did you want another drink at all? Sven's gone to harass your guitarist."
Hjalmar now propped up on the bar next to Ansgar but close to Torden. Lars still holding the older Dane's hand, feeling a little overwhelmed by it all.
Syn had been talking to Lars because he really understood the feeling. He was shy off stage too. Mikkel and Fredrik were on the other side of Syn giggling about something with Sam. The comment had Syn glancing over where Davy was and giggling.
Syn held up his drink he just got since Ansgar had bought everyone drinks, of course. "Not now. You mean Sven is going to get harassed by my guitarist."
Syn grinned but he's glad someone is with Davy. As far as Syn was concerned he spent way too much time alone.
Ivar noticed Syn already had a drink in his hand which caused the Swede to nod. As for Sven, he was over in the corner talking to Davy, which surely was a good thing. The singer needed to meet more people and find someone.
"It's nice to see you again, Syn."
The drummer offering a friendly smile as he sipped his drink. He just wanted to be close to the boy and get to know him. The age gap didn't matter too much, did it?
"Sounds like a good plan. Can I join you and your friends?"
Ivar didn't want to intrude but he didn't want to go back alone away from Syn. Lars was now giggling at something Torden just whispered into his ear. Everyone seemed happy enough and Sven would be busy with Davy, no doubt trying to chat the boy up. The car ride should be better than the one they had before.
"How are you finding the other tour members? Not too crazy I hope."
"Most of them are your friends." Syn looked a bit confused about the drummer asking if he could join them when they were, more or less, going where he lived.
"I don't mind. I like loud people." And quiet ones too. He smiled at Sam who was a good friend, a long time friend since they had grown up together in the same school even.
"Yes they are but I didn't want to intrude on your own plans tonight."
Ivar just didn't know what Syn wanted to do and couldn't assume Mikkel and everyone would want the drummer sitting with them. Who knew what Mikkel and Fredrik would get up to whilst drunk.
"Then, you'll fit in well here with all the tour being loud except a few. I like loud but I also like chilling watching TV and drinking."
The Swede was a chilled out person and was up for anything.
"Mikkel is a good kid and we're friends who watch shitty porn and drink together."
Ivar liked that he did this with the Dane when he wasn't busy with his dirty daddy Sigurd and cuddle boyfriend, Fredrik. Mikkel seemed to always find time to spend with everyone outside of his work commitments.
"To me you look like a sweet, young man. Maybe when we get back to the apartments your friend Ted Ronno might wave. He likes looking at your legs."
The drummer found this hilarious that Mick's father did this.
"Yeah, I heard about that. Mick's father is getting into so much trouble according to his wife. Good, innocent fun though. Why not? The man deserves to get drunk and have fun just like all of us, even if he is older."
Ivar was happy to see the parents of the band members having a good time just as much as the bands themselves. Ted and James Ronno were rogues and trash.
"I'd love to come out more often with you, Mikkel and Fredrik. Just to chill."
"Mikkel is always helping him get into trouble." Syn thought it was sweet that Ted came out with them and had fun. It was certainly better than some people's parents.
"We usually go out after every show, as long as Mikkel doesn't get dragged home by his other boyfriend." Syn enjoyed having groups of people out together. It was more fun that way.
"I think it's cute. Ted is a good man and Mick's father so that accounts for something."
Ivar had laughed when he saw the poor man get his ears beaten by his wife when he'd come back from the clubs near paralytic drunk. They always got him home back to his wife though so that was something.
"You mean dirty daddy Sigurd. He's such a fucking dirty bastard wanting blowjobs in the back of strip clubs."
"I like his parents." Syn had a good relationship with his parent for the most part even if his father sometimes wondered why he didn't get 'a real job'.
Sydney started to giggle and blushed a little. "Mikkel said he gets them in the front of the club too."
He had to be a trashy man but from what Syn had seen the man cared a lot about Mikkel, and Fredrik too.
"His parents are good, caring working-class people. Ted is a lot like Mick once he gets into the Mule."
That part caused Ivar to smirk. It seems both Ronno men couldn't handle their strong booze. As for James? Joey would know more about that since the boy was being fucked by him from what Ivar heard.
"The Ronnos are good people. Elsie is like a mother to those who don't or never had one."
Ivar was starting to notice that with the younger tour members in particular. It was really cute. The drummer turned to see people moving out and hoped he could spend some time with Syn.
"Mikkel is a good dancer just like you are a good singer. You have decent range and pitch in your voice."
Syn was happy to have more people coming along. Though he did wonder what they would all get up to once they were at the apartments. However, he didn't pick up on the flirting.
"Davy's mother has been giving me lessons for almost a year." He smiled because it had really improved his ability to sing.
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You still didn't answer Isamu, Ivar. The ingredients.
"Your floor is vibrating? Fucking epic. I added some weird herbs I picked from here in the hotel garden. Strong vodka---around five bottles."
Something like that?
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“I suppose I should count my blessings that it is something natural, rather than something synthetic - methylenedioxymethamphetamine or one of the many alternative entactogens - but do you have any idea what it was that you picked? Or its toxicity?!”
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Ivar meaning when he tasted the fresh batch back in his hotel bedroom where the still was currently bubbling away. As for the alcohol content? That was questionable. Perhaps well over the 40% usual safety standard for most spirits.
"It is all natural so you don't need to worry. What the fuck is that word?"
The Swede had no idea so just shrugged. Was the booze making the bloke babble nonsense? It would seem so.
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“Methylenedioxymethamphetamine. Perhaps more commonly known by the abbreviation MDMA.” He scoffed.
“But just because something is natural does not make it safe for human consumption. Belladonna Is natural, and it can paralyze the heart. White snakeroot is natural, but drinking the milk from a cow that grazed on it is enough to poison someone.”
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"MDMA? I think you are meaning E? Ecstasy?"
This is what he meant? Ivar knew of the herbs Isamu was describing and nodded. He might be a drunk but he knew not to pick those. He wanted to make a strong load of booze not outright poison which could hurt people.
"I know not to pick the bad herbs. But you are not being ill right now are you?"
This was his observation so far.
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Isamu rolled his eyes.
“Are you intoxicated? I called you because I am currently experiencing tactile hallucinations of my floor vibrating. This is not normal. And your homemade beverage is the last thing that I consumed before returning to my room.”
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Ivar was trying to think why it would effect Isamu worse than how it's affecting everyone else. Unless they too would start hallucinating too? Fuck knew. The Swede was almost resistant to his own gut rot now so wasn't nearly as drunk as some of the others currently hanging out in his hotel room. Fredrik was on the floor giggling with Hjalmar and Sven was just laughing with Ulrik.
"Sleep it off. It's the best advice I can give you."
group with Syn, Mikkel, Ulrik, Torden, Lars, Ansgar and Hjalmar
"Syn? Did you want another drink at all? Sven's gone to harass your guitarist."
Hjalmar now propped up on the bar next to Ansgar but close to Torden. Lars still holding the older Dane's hand, feeling a little overwhelmed by it all.
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Syn held up his drink he just got since Ansgar had bought everyone drinks, of course. "Not now. You mean Sven is going to get harassed by my guitarist."
Syn grinned but he's glad someone is with Davy. As far as Syn was concerned he spent way too much time alone.
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"It's nice to see you again, Syn."
The drummer offering a friendly smile as he sipped his drink. He just wanted to be close to the boy and get to know him. The age gap didn't matter too much, did it?
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He, and the Danes, were not ready for another car ride like the last one.
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Ivar didn't want to intrude but he didn't want to go back alone away from Syn. Lars was now giggling at something Torden just whispered into his ear. Everyone seemed happy enough and Sven would be busy with Davy, no doubt trying to chat the boy up. The car ride should be better than the one they had before.
"How are you finding the other tour members? Not too crazy I hope."
The likes of Joe and Aarne among some.
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"I don't mind. I like loud people." And quiet ones too. He smiled at Sam who was a good friend, a long time friend since they had grown up together in the same school even.
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Ivar just didn't know what Syn wanted to do and couldn't assume Mikkel and everyone would want the drummer sitting with them. Who knew what Mikkel and Fredrik would get up to whilst drunk.
"Then, you'll fit in well here with all the tour being loud except a few. I like loud but I also like chilling watching TV and drinking."
The Swede was a chilled out person and was up for anything.
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Syn wanted to hang out with his new friends Nad didn't really have a ride home at the moment.
"I'm not that loud." Except when he was laughing but he did like being part of an uproar when someone else started it.
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Ivar liked that he did this with the Dane when he wasn't busy with his dirty daddy Sigurd and cuddle boyfriend, Fredrik. Mikkel seemed to always find time to spend with everyone outside of his work commitments.
"To me you look like a sweet, young man. Maybe when we get back to the apartments your friend Ted Ronno might wave. He likes looking at your legs."
The drummer found this hilarious that Mick's father did this.
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The comment got Sydney laughing. "He still tells me about how he thought I was a girl."
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Ivar was happy to see the parents of the band members having a good time just as much as the bands themselves. Ted and James Ronno were rogues and trash.
"I'd love to come out more often with you, Mikkel and Fredrik. Just to chill."
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"We usually go out after every show, as long as Mikkel doesn't get dragged home by his other boyfriend." Syn enjoyed having groups of people out together. It was more fun that way.
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Ivar had laughed when he saw the poor man get his ears beaten by his wife when he'd come back from the clubs near paralytic drunk. They always got him home back to his wife though so that was something.
"You mean dirty daddy Sigurd. He's such a fucking dirty bastard wanting blowjobs in the back of strip clubs."
The drummer just laughed.
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Sydney started to giggle and blushed a little. "Mikkel said he gets them in the front of the club too."
He had to be a trashy man but from what Syn had seen the man cared a lot about Mikkel, and Fredrik too.
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That part caused Ivar to smirk. It seems both Ronno men couldn't handle their strong booze. As for James? Joey would know more about that since the boy was being fucked by him from what Ivar heard.
"Sigurd is a trashy old dirty daddy."
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Syn noticed everyone was starting to move out toward the door so they could head toward the apartments.
"He sounds like it. I saw how he watches Mikkel dance."
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Ivar was starting to notice that with the younger tour members in particular. It was really cute. The drummer turned to see people moving out and hoped he could spend some time with Syn.
"Mikkel is a good dancer just like you are a good singer. You have decent range and pitch in your voice."
Was Ivar flirting? Perhaps Syn could pick it up.
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"Davy's mother has been giving me lessons for almost a year." He smiled because it had really improved his ability to sing.