Bjorn rolled his eyes at Rekker's laziness. Fuck this. Why couldn't he just open the door? The Swede did follow the message though as he opened the door by the hot tub and walked down the side to enter the back. Seeing the ginger sitting in the lounge chair drinking made the singer lustful because the Brit was so fucking hot.

"Hey, sweet cheeks. I see you've started this fucking party without me. Rude."

The Swede stuck his tongue out and then walked over to greet the grumpy ginger. He was too high and drunk to care as he leant forwards kissing Rekker's nose. Bjorn had already tanked up prior upon entering the mansion because he'd been drinking with the bands and had snorted a considerable amount of coke too. Joe had seen to that.