Victor did not drink very often or very much but right now getting completely wasted sounded wonderful. When they got in the car he sank back into the seat and sighed as he tried to get all the weight of the stress he was feeling off of his shoulders since Mathiasâ€™s nudge really hadnâ€™t helped much at all sadly. Maybe being drunk would help him speak to his father easier but at the same time the man would be furious knowing that his underage son had been drinking. Sometimes he could act like a father who cared about his son when the action was appropriate, so he didnâ€™t look bad in front all of his little business buddies. So yeah getting drunk would not be a good idea and he was fucked either way. This really was one bundle of fun after another as Mathias had said, he could definitely agree with that and it was indeed frustrating.<br/><br/>Watching out the window as the car began to drive them back to the hotel he let the sound of the rain calm him down.<br/><br/>â€œHonestly, no, Iâ€™m not alright,â€ he replied to Mathias in a quiet tone. â€œGeorge was the last person I would have expected to seeâ€¦â€ Pausing for a moment, he knew he had to choose his words wisely. George and Mathiasâ€™s father were alliesâ€¦ did that mean that he and Victor were enemies? This was weird. â€œListen, heâ€™s bad news, George is, and if he and your father are friendsâ€¦ I really donâ€™t want to jump to conclusions but does this mean we should be enemies?â€ It was obvious that he was tense by the tone of his voice even if he tried to hide it and not show just how tense he was. Maybe overreacting or jumping to conclusions a bit or something as well but he couldnâ€™t help it. He could not get Georgeâ€™s stupid smirk out of his mind. He really wished he could have done something to really ruin his day, if it were not out of respect for Mathias he probably would have. That guy was seriously bad news.<br/><br/>There was no doubt that George was planning to do something that would hinder his fatherâ€™s business or perhaps devastate it if he got lucky. Like hell he would allow that to happen. As much of an asshole as his father was, and no matter how much he did not want to follow in the manâ€™s footsteps, he was still his father and he didnâ€™t want the family business being destroyed. As his fathersâ€™ son, and while he was working for his father, it was technically part of his job to protect the family business and he would do his best to do that. If he allowed something to happen he knew his father would tan his hide and heâ€™d never hear the end of it. The more he thought about it the more reluctant Victor was to call his fatherâ€¦ maybe he didnâ€™t have to find out. He didnâ€™t want to face his fatherâ€™s harsh words, and besides maybe George wouldnâ€™t say anything.<br/><br/>Just to be on the safe side, â€œI think I should lay low for awhile or somethingâ€¦ Iâ€™m sorry for being so tense. Fuckâ€¦ I might join you in getting wasted.â€ He murmured as he buried his faced in his hands and sighed heavily. It may have sounded like he was joking but he was actually being quite serious. The more he thought about it something that burned all the way down really sounded nice right about nowâ€¦