[honestly viktor has a similar thought process- it's less about if he wants another and more that he'd like things to continue. so that affirmation has him reaching for his crutch and standing, no wobble so that's a good sign. rio is basically their designated driver at this point anyway, it's fine.] Give me a moment then.
[off he goes. it's a little more of a process, because he needs to make two trips with only one hand to carry said drinks back. so pal gets one places in front of him with a little quirk of viktor's lips before he's going back to get his own, sliding back into his seat. at the very least undercity made him used to navigating rowdy crowds so there's no issues, though he's pretty sure he passed a pair of men snarling at each other, about to cause a ruckus. given the burly guards he's not really worried about it.]
Where were we- ah, thorough. [he has to laugh at that, a shake of the head and still damningly pink. the alcohol, surely. that's what he can blame that on.] I was considering pinching the side of my neck to try and sell it further but alas.
[honestly the idea of pal panic throwing a trashcan would have really made the whole evening. he was curious what 'emergency measures' were and now he thinks he has a little more of an idea.
the fact pal can think of such a spot on raunchy romance novel title is incredibly amusing and a little endearing, has viktor nearly choking a little on his drink. he puts it down, hand to his mouth for a moment as he recovers.] That does sound rather spot on. I'm not sure we're doing our heists right if the excuses we use to save ourselves are more interesting a story than the heist itself.
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[off he goes. it's a little more of a process, because he needs to make two trips with only one hand to carry said drinks back. so pal gets one places in front of him with a little quirk of viktor's lips before he's going back to get his own, sliding back into his seat. at the very least undercity made him used to navigating rowdy crowds so there's no issues, though he's pretty sure he passed a pair of men snarling at each other, about to cause a ruckus. given the burly guards he's not really worried about it.]
Where were we- ah, thorough. [he has to laugh at that, a shake of the head and still damningly pink. the alcohol, surely. that's what he can blame that on.] I was considering pinching the side of my neck to try and sell it further but alas.
[honestly the idea of pal panic throwing a trashcan would have really made the whole evening. he was curious what 'emergency measures' were and now he thinks he has a little more of an idea.
the fact pal can think of such a spot on raunchy romance novel title is incredibly amusing and a little endearing, has viktor nearly choking a little on his drink. he puts it down, hand to his mouth for a moment as he recovers.] That does sound rather spot on. I'm not sure we're doing our heists right if the excuses we use to save ourselves are more interesting a story than the heist itself.