TOKIO HOTEL

*Georg tenses* Ngh~ I'm~!

*chews some gum*

*Tom glances over at you and his eyes widen, he nudges George* Tom: Dude, she's looking right at us!

*no I'm not*

*Georg grinds against you* Mine's bigger. *Bill laughs* Not this again.

*Georg leans over her* Need a place to sit? *grins* I've got a lap right here. *Bill pushes between them* Stop hitting on my girl, Georg.

*Tom smirks* Good point. *leans closer* But I'm still very kissable, just ask Bill. *Bill rolls his eyes* Tom! *Georg laughs* He's not wrong though.

*snorts* nightmares? Gustav you're 20 years old *grins* besides, I'd hear you coming with those heavy drum feet of yours

*smirks* My feet aren't the only heavy things about me.

*smirks* Yeah, but they can watch if they want *Bill fake gags* Bill: Georg, keep it in your pants! *Tom laughs*