Rekker's trashed from drinking way too fast. It wasn't so much laziness as he was too drunk to get up. He wasn't even drinking from a glass, just starting on the second bottle. Rekker managed a drunken smile when the pale singer appeared on the back patio. He hasn't been this drunk in awhile, mostly because he didn't have any booze around.

"You're not fucking sober either." Drunk, his British accent comes through thick and sort of slurred. "You were partying without me too you whore."

As Bjorn leans down he tries to push away the hair ticking his face, shaking his head to try and get away from it and laughing. He's totally wasted and can't stop laughing once he's started. Bjorn does get a full handed ass grab now that he's close enough. Rekker is way too drunk to be anxious about anything.