"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."
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.
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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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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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