Giggling loudly from the other side of the door Bjorn turned the handle to their hotel room and stepped inside. He was slightly drunk as per usual and a little bit high from snorting coke with some of the Harlots earlier on. Instantly, he noticed Rekker and stopped dead in his tracks. The man looked panic stricken.

"Babe? What's wrong? You look fucking drunk and---shit have you been drinking?"

The Swede's eyes noticed the bottle on the floor and found himself sighing. Fuck. Rekker wasn't supposed to drink, not with all the cocktail of meds he was on. The singer closed the door behind him and instantly ran to hug the Brit. He wanted to make sure Rekker was ok because he didn't look right at all.

"I thought you weren't supposed to be drinking. Fucking naughty."

Bjorn slapped Rekker on the ass hoping it would cheer him up somewhat.