Three days pass and the day arrived for Mathias and Victor to head out on their trip. Mathias was in his room, sitting on one of the lounge chairs, sipping a small bottle of wine as he stared at the clock. He heard the door open, a key having been left above the door for Victor. The young man had already packed his two suitcases, if any extra fees he would pay for them himself, and was dressed in his usual punk/goth/emo inspired clothing. A black tank top under a red leather vest, multi-colored, different-sized bracelets covering his lower arms. His black snakebite rings were in his lips, his silver stud nose piercing as well. He wore gray skinny jeans that outlined his legs perfectly, the jeans hugging his thin hips, a slim strip of skin visible between the top of his jeans and the hem of his shirt. His blonde shaggy hair was straightened and was soft as kitten's fur to touch. His usual black eyeliner rimmed his eyes, pronouncing the pale green of his eyes even more.<br/><br/>Victor had been given orders to 'dress down' to 'blend in.' So, he was free to wear anything, as long as he didn't look like a tramp.<br/><br/>He was playing on his iPhone when Victor walked in and without even looking up, said, "Hey gorgeous, you ready to go?" He glanced up at the man and stood up, brushing himself off. He finished the text he was working on, sent it, and grabbed both suitcases in one hand, holding his iPhone in the other. The suitcases were rather slim and actually compressed things better than previous luggage holders and therefore, Mathias had pretty much his entire wardrobe of punk rock stuff in the two suitcases, plus hygiene essentials, a few bottles of whiskey and vodka that the airport security wouldn't dare take from him. His father knew people, meaning they let Mathias do shit others wouldn't be able to.<br/><br/>He slipped his phone into his pocket and left his suitcases for the moment, going to the fridge and taking out a bottle of vodka before opening it and taking a gulp. He sighed softly before slipping the bottle into his carry-on backpack.<br/><br/>He pulled his suitcases out to the living room and looked back at Victor. "Do you have your bags? Are they in the limo already?" His green eyes bore into the man's eyes as he dared him to mention the bottle slipped so obviously in his bag.