Somewhat absently, he found is eyes wandering towards the rough sketch of a man on the ceiling and the various other drawings lying around. More than likely it was the work of the male in front of him. Artwork was something he has come to admire over time, mostly thanks to work though. He was never much of an artist but he had to be decent in school so he wouldnâ€™t get a bad grade in the class. Bad grades never sat well with parents, his especially, Lord knows how many times he has been scolded harshly for having bad grades in his weaker areas. Victorâ€™s father was not a man who liked weakness and always wanted his son to be perfect. It almost amazed him that he hadnâ€™t acted out against his father but then again he was always too afraid to do so, knowing he would only be beaten harder. There have been times where he went against his father but the man always proved to be stronger and far more intimidating than him.<br/><br/>And he would always rub it in his face as hard as he could, too.<br/><br/>He turned his attention back to the alcohol bottle, â€œLast time I checked I didnâ€™t have any horrible diseases that would make you foam at the mouth and die or turn into a pile of goo,â€ he laughed, rather surprised, accepting the bottle and downing some of the liquid inside. Maybe this guy liked him, he wondered to himself, or maybe he was just sucking up to him because his father was actually as cruel? He hoped that they would get along well considering he was obviously going to be spending a lot of time with him. If not then he would be helping around another fucking snob who was too selfish to even consider the dangers of the mission at hand. They would throw themselves to the world and walk with such a haughty stride, most of them, it really made him sick most days. He was always looked down upon by them because of his age.<br/><br/>Then they saw him fire a gun and they were usually speechless. Victor loved surprising people with how good of a marksman he was, even if he was still far from perfect since he only has about four years experience under his belt. As soon as he was of age he would get a gun of his own and not have to hide his experience. It was an exciting yet depressing thought at the same time, since he knew he would fully be tied to this business if he did. He really did not want to do this for the rest of his life even if the pay was nice and all. It just wasnâ€™t him. Who cared how good he was at it, he was only â€˜goodâ€™ because his father bragged about his son.<br/><br/>â€œThat is definitely some damn good alcohol,â€ he commented, trying not to care too much that a friend had texted Mathias. Victor understood the importance of phones but still found it rude whenever someone was playing around with their phone while he was talking to him. The phone he had was just as nice as an iPhone but it was mainly for work purposes and he wasnâ€™t really allowed to make personal calls out or even give his number out unless it was work related. â€œAnd you know business trips really arenâ€™t that bad. Iâ€™ve been on a few in the past and let me tell you, once you look past all the greedy, rich business motherfuckers itâ€™s a damn good experience.â€ He let his true colors out a little more, feeling more and more liberated around someone his age. The change in mood was definitely helping as well. â€œI like to buy things as souvenirs, myself. Usually a shirt or a keychain or something.â€<br/><br/>Whenever he got something from his travels, his father would usually throw it out saying that it was a waste of money so he was always careful to keep all his treasures well hidden. The more he thought about this trip the more he got excited; knowing he was going to be away from his father was a wonderful thought. And he seemed to be getting along with Mathiasâ€¦ this was definitely going to be one hell of a trip.