[Vi hadn't been the one to initially serve Viktor, but she'd known he'd come in. but she'd been trying to fix the faucet in the sink that had been incessantly dripping onto the floor. after some work and a little bit of materials to patch it up, she's successful.
and, she's going to reward herself with a drink.
she walks out from the back as Viktor speaks, her hair a little mussed and a mildly dirty hand-towel over her shoulder. despite how cold it is outside, she's got a tanktop on too, but cleaning and fixing things had made her hot. her sweatshirt is stuffed in the back somewhere for when she cools back off. she'd known that he'd died, and... there was something about him coming without her invitation was a bit of a comfort. even if she might be a bad influence on him with the drinking, at least he felt like he had somewhere else to go. right?
she pours her own drink on the rocks, straight vodka with just a bit of soda water to curb it. she stirs it with her finger (what? it's her own drink), before she speaks to him.]
What would feel different?
[even if she... wonders if she knows what he's talking about.]
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and, she's going to reward herself with a drink.
she walks out from the back as Viktor speaks, her hair a little mussed and a mildly dirty hand-towel over her shoulder. despite how cold it is outside, she's got a tanktop on too, but cleaning and fixing things had made her hot. her sweatshirt is stuffed in the back somewhere for when she cools back off. she'd known that he'd died, and... there was something about him coming without her invitation was a bit of a comfort. even if she might be a bad influence on him with the drinking, at least he felt like he had somewhere else to go. right?
she pours her own drink on the rocks, straight vodka with just a bit of soda water to curb it. she stirs it with her finger (what? it's her own drink), before she speaks to him.]
What would feel different?
[even if she... wonders if she knows what he's talking about.]