"Sober? What the fuck does that even mean? You're right though, honey. I'm fucking trashed like you are."
The Swede wondered what brought on Rekker to drink and part of him wanted to yank the bottle out of the ginger's hand and throw it into the hot tub. The man was depressed and not mentally stable. Should he even be drinking? Yet, Bjorn was no party pooper, even if he did worry about Rekker and the whole him being drunk thing.
"I thought you didn't drink."
Bjorn tapped Rekker on the nose in a playful way and just hoped the Brit wouldn't crash after getting smashed out of his face. If he did then the Swede would look after him just like he did in the elevator. So, for now, he would monitor it all best he could whilst still being mentally coherent in some form.
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The Swede wondered what brought on Rekker to drink and part of him wanted to yank the bottle out of the ginger's hand and throw it into the hot tub. The man was depressed and not mentally stable. Should he even be drinking? Yet, Bjorn was no party pooper, even if he did worry about Rekker and the whole him being drunk thing.
"I thought you didn't drink."
Bjorn tapped Rekker on the nose in a playful way and just hoped the Brit wouldn't crash after getting smashed out of his face. If he did then the Swede would look after him just like he did in the elevator. So, for now, he would monitor it all best he could whilst still being mentally coherent in some form.