2024-06-08 19:37
hellfire_andfury
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Viktor was looking forward to meeting back up with Aksel the Norwegian axe thrower and Vars' close friend. The Brit punk had first met the other man back during his trip to Norway with Vars. Just taking in the culture and seeing what the punk scene was like over the pond so to speak. Now, Viktor is on his way to the communal area to meet Aksel in the flesh once more.
Here's hoping they could axe throw once more and get drunk together. Of course, Vars should be invited first before anyone started chugging any booze. Viktor wouldn't have it any other way.
"Aksel? You around here, mate?"
The pyromaniac coming in wearing his thick leather jacket, boots, faded black jeans and a fire coloured fabric neckerchief around his neck. Some thick-set heavy metal chains attached to his jeans pockets and a detailed Zippo lighter hanging below his belt also adorned the singer. He leaned into the punk aesthetic heavily.
Here's hoping they could axe throw once more and get drunk together. Of course, Vars should be invited first before anyone started chugging any booze. Viktor wouldn't have it any other way.
"Aksel? You around here, mate?"
The pyromaniac coming in wearing his thick leather jacket, boots, faded black jeans and a fire coloured fabric neckerchief around his neck. Some thick-set heavy metal chains attached to his jeans pockets and a detailed Zippo lighter hanging below his belt also adorned the singer. He leaned into the punk aesthetic heavily.
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He passed a glass over to Viktor. "Skål"
He raised his glass and then once Viktor did Aksel went on. "Til en ny bror i flokken."
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Viktor used to live a rough life and knew he couldn't just roll up into a hospital if he cut his leg open, so relied on other means of medication to heal himself. Usually, his gang members bandaging him up.
"Jeg vil gjerne være en annen ulv i flokken din."
The punk's Norwegian was a little shaky but at least he could string a whole sentence together now.
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Aksel was impressed with but not surprised that Viktor could speak Norwegian.
"Well, I don't imagine I have a choice." Aksel took a big drink then laughed. "Vars would kick my ass all the way back to Norway if I said no."
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There were a few who didn't drink on the tour for reasons but most of the rock star drank in some capacity, some more than others. Viktor was one of the heavier drinkers along with Joe, Aarne and the crazy drunks.
"I've been a lone wolf pretty much most of my life until I met my "pack." My gang. They helped look after me when I ran away from home. It was fucking rough but I had to get away."
Viktor had bad memories and didn't want to bring them up, especially his father.
"Let's get trashed, mate."
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They had a long friendship, that had occasionally ventured into other things, but Aksel is glad to see Vars happy. He hopes this will be a stable and long term relationship. Vars needed it and deserved it.
"We've had a few runaways come to us. It isn't uncommon but I'm glad you found a safe group."
Not ever street group is a safe group.
"Sure." Aksel leaned forward and refilled both of their glasses.