Usually Jayce and I would split a bottle of something he swiped from a gala. [viktor muses, because yeah, alcohol is usually what he knows of celebrations. he's pretty sure they don't have any so he suggests,] We could go to a bar?

[honestly a little amused at the idea. what are bars even like here, he has to wonder. what kind of alcohol did a place like this have a dear gods please did it not have blood in it?

well anyway, he's more focused on the fact pal is still bleeding, which has him frowning and reaching over to press the folded rag carefully against the cut, hopefully help staunch the bleeding.]

You couldn't help yourself, could you? [he sighs, 'need a hand.' pal.] I should have known. I have never met a person who seems like they would be prone to puns more.