Two is Company, Three is a crowd

[hellfire_andfury]

Writing Prompts;
word: loud

"Come on then, Blondie. Let's see how much you can drink! I bet I can outdrink you on one bottle of vodka."

Viktor smirked as he gave Mick the finger, coaxing the guitarist to stare before finishing his smoke, snuffing the butt out into the ashtray on the table in front of him. Right. If the punk wanted to have a drinking contest then Mick would rise to the challenge since Viktor had been shouting his mouth of all evening. Rowdy bastard.

"Alright, you loud cockhead. You want to get outdrunk by a bloke who wears heels and make-up on stage? Then let's do this."

Gilly and Hunter now staring at the two as both men get up from where they are sitting close to the bar in the hotel and exchange looks. This was serious. Weird just knew what would happen. They would both cock wave for a bit then get trashed and pass out. Probably. The question is....who would notice this and take advantage of two passed out band members. Dressing up and adorning their bodies with glitter or fuck knows what else could be a thing. Billy shot a look to Aarne at this "drinking contest" the two were going to have.

"My room, Blondie. Let's go."

Viktor was already heading up to the elevator with an arm full of vodka from the bar. Mick had bottles of gin clutched in his arms as he followed the bullish punk up to his hotel room. This should be good.

***

Five minutes later Mick and Viktor were now pulling off the bottle tops to their drinks and eyeing each other up.

"Take a drink for every time you've fucked your girl."

Viktor set the challenge with a boorish grin. This should be good. Surely Mick would get smashed first because he'd known Ziggy longer than Viktor had known Vars so more fucking? It worked that way, didn't it? Mick just rolled his eyes but began chugging on his gin bottle, gagging a little but near drinking half the bottle in one go.

"Fuck! It's your go, Blockhead. Drink for how many times you've fucked Vars."

Mick wondered about who fucked who in their relationship but said no more on the matter. It was Viktor's time to drink! The punk laughed a little and then began gulping down his vodka, swallowing without missing a drop, near drinking the bottle until only a quarter remained.

"Shit! Fuck, that's good."

The punk enjoyed the burn and knew he was getting drunk because he'd drank near a whole bottle of vodka in one go. Mick was impressed but wasn't giving up. No fucking way!

"Ok, drink to how many times you've sucked cock or been sucked by Vars."

Viktor frowned then shook his head. It was his go! Mick was getting absentminded already. Fucking lightweight! At least the punk assumed the blond was a lightweight.

"My go, Blondie. Drink to how many times you've eaten pussy."

Mick swallowed. Oh fuck. He was near obsessed with pussy so this would be an easy win for Viktor. He'd have to drink the rest of his gin and start on a new bottle. The guitarist just giggled and drank the remainder of his booze until the bottle was empty. Fuck, he was getting pissed fast.

"New bottle needed. Pass it over, Blockhead."

Viktor didn't like being called that name and made it clear by giving Mick the finger and shoving the guitarist back a little with a palm to the chest. Bastard. Mick frowned then pushed the punk back on the chest, getting wound up because he was now drunk. Both men were drunk and rowdy.

"Fuck you, prissy boy. Make-up glam wanker."

Mick just snorted out laughter at that. Fuck, this bull-headed bastard.

"Oh yeah? A bit rich coming from a cockhead who gets whipped on his ass by his leather dom."

Viktor stared at Mick before jumping up and tackling the blond onto the carpeted floor. Mick laughed then grabbed onto the punk's hair, pulling a little before shoving him off. The great lump! Viktor growled but then laid back on the floor, wanting to drink more. A little bit of shoving with Mick was fun and part of the game.

"You get drunk on Mule and fucking strip naked wagging that cock of yours at everyone."

Mick just giggled drunkenly at Viktor's words and shook his head. Damn, he was drunk. The punk forgot to ask any more questions as he began drinking a new bottle of vodka. It was everyman for himself now. Mick now joining Viktor, drinking gin and leaning against the bed. Oh gods they were going to regret this in the morning surely.

"You're a fucking---lightweight, Blondie."

Viktor was now chugging more vodka, spilling some down his mouth onto the floor because he was trashed. Mick laughed as he too spilt some gin onto his silken pants, not knowing how the game was going. Who was winning?

"And you're a fucking tart. I'm winning, you're spilling more."

***

An hour later and a few more empty bottles littered the hotel room floor as both men were now totally fucking trashed. There were remnants of broken glass where Viktor had thrown his empty bottles against the hotel balcony and both men were now shirtless and covered in booze stains.

Mick giggled and poked Viktor's chest which was gleaming with wet booze. The punk just shoved the guitarist's finger away and began chugging more, which was causing him to gag a little. Fuck! Both men put their bottles down next to each other which were now completely empty. Viktor going to get up for a piss but falling over his feet, causing him to collapse onto the bed completely wasted. He landed face first onto the mattress passing out. How much had he drunk? Three or four bottles of vodka maybe.

"Fuck, I won. I think? Bloody hell---"

Mick giggled drunkenly before staring at Viktor on the bed and slowly slumping backwards onto the floor, passing out. He'd drunk around three and a half but had remained awake. Just.

Comments

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

Billy was finding this whole thing totally hilarious and was happy he was doing this with Rik, Joe and Aarne. Of course they were dressing up Viktor and Ronno in ridiculous clothes whilst they were passed out drunk.

"Yeah, go on, try it."

Viktor would be so fucking pissed when he woke up wondering why he was dressed in all this shit. Joe was laughing at what Aarne was finding in Hunter's closet. The man had so much shit.

"Is the ruffly bra for Ronno?"

[riff_razor]

Aarne snuck over to start putting the ruffly bra on Mick. Rik had to stay on the floor with his face buried in his hands to stifle all the laughter.

It was about this time that Mikkel came back with a pair of Ziggy's boots for Viktor. He stared at Aarne walking past him with a ruffling bra and started laughing.

[guitar_voodoo]

Mick groaned in his sleep, rolling over slightly whilst sucking in a breath before carrying on snoring. Billy slapped a hand over his mouth because he felt like laughing out loud but didn't want to wake both sleeping beauties up.

"Ronno will love that fluffy bra."

Billy knew he wouldn't but this was too fucking funny. Ziggy's boots would do well for Viktor's big feet.

[suomi_thunder]

Aarne froze when Mick started to make noise but then went back to putting on the bra. The Finn was biting his lip to stifle the laughter.

Once that was done he motioned Billy over to help him get the boots on Viktor. Rik couldn't take it and just buried his face for a second before going over to Joe.

"We should find one of the wigs I've seen in here." Rik covered his mouth again as he glanced at the dark haired Brit. It was so hard to stay quiet.

[helland_damnation]

Joe moved to kiss Aarne on the lips just as Mick groaned and turned over. This was fucking hilarious and the Finn was really cute doing this for both Ronno and Viktor. Billy now going over to help Aarne get the boots onto Viktor's big feet.

"Ronno's probably dreaming about pussy."

The bassist whispering whilst grinning hoping none of them would wake up before it was time.

"A wig? For who, both of them?"

[suomi_thunder]

Aarne had to shove a hand over his mouth when Joe mentioned pussy. He almost lost it and snorted quietly before going back to helping Billy with the boots.

Rik shrugged but held up a pink wig. "Viktor?" Rik was turning red in the cheeks while trying to hold back the giggling.

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

Billy managed to shove the boots onto Viktor's feet with the help of Aarne. Fuck, the man had big awkward feet!

"That wig is perfect, smukke. Let's see how it looks on him."

The wig had to be put onto Viktor just because everyone knew it would cause more reaction than if Mick wore it. Viktor just got irritated so easily and was like an angry bear.

[riff_razor]

Rik leaned against Billy, trying to stifle the giggles while the Brit put the wig on his singer.

"Does Mick need one?" Aarne whispered to Joe while glancing back at the closet.

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

Viktor's feet were big so Billy took a bit more time shoving the boots onto the singer's feet. At least Aarne managed to squeeze the shoes on eventually. As for the wig---that now looked so fucking hilarious on the punk.

"A wig for Ronno? Yeah, why not. What colour do you think for him since he's platinum blond already."

Billy looking between Rik and Aarne for ideas.

[suomi_thunder]

Aarne covered his mouth and glanced at Joe. "Look at all of these."

Aarne looked over all the wigs that were sitting on their fake heads on the shelves. "What about the black spikey one?"

There was a dark colored one that was similar to Hunter's normal hair. Maybe that would be good since it was so different than Mick's normal hair.

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

"How many fucking wigs does one man need? I'll have to ask my tarty brother about all of this."

Billy just couldn't believe the prissy Swede singer's collection inside of his massive closet. He had enough clothes to stock an actual clothes store. The black spikey wig looked perfect.

"Do it. He'll look good in that one."

The Brit trying not to laugh and blow the whole thing.

[riff_razor]

Rik stared around Aarne into the closet. "Less than the number of dildos?"

Aarne snorted a laugh and gave Rik a hug but the blonde wasn't wrong.