"Danish food? Yes, that'll do the trick but---fucking hell! Look at me!"

Ted hoped his wife wasn't about to walk out and find him dressed like this. Or his brother, oh god---James would tease him all the way to the UK and back. Mick---oh bloody hell! He was at this party, wasn't he? Imagine him seeing his old man looking like this, as he tried to pull the skirt down lower covering his boxer shorts.

"Oh, you cheeky beggar, you. Elsie likes it."

The Brit smirked and giggled drunkenly because his wife did enjoy her husband's body. Ted now looking to Lex, wondering who was the mastermind behind all of this.

"Is that true, lad? You did this? I don't have a bloody clue because I was passed out the whole time."

Ted shrugged and then went wide-eyed because---fuck! Mick! Oh god.

"Dad? Is that you?"

The guitarist squinted a little and then snorted into his gin, near spilling it. Oh--that was fucking hilarious!