Victor stared at the food brought to them with a smile on his face, though hesitant because he had wanted Mathias to pick first, liking how Mathias had set up the table for the two of them. For being in a hotel room it was surprisingly big table, sitting at it didnâ€™t make him feel like he was crammed in a small space. His stomach growled while he decided what he should take first coming to a conclusion that the pancakes looked the best. Slowly picking up the fork that was on his side of the table he took exactly two pancakes off the stack and a few pieces of sausage out of the amount provided. He put the amount of butter and syrup he liked on the pancakes before taking a bite, savoring every last bit of flavor as he chewed. Another smile while he sank back against the chair was proof enough that he was enjoying it.<br/><br/>â€œThis is actually pretty good for hotel food. You really need to try this,â€ He commented, gesturing towards the food with his fork, taking another bite of his food to satisfy his growling stomach. Victor was usually a slow eater but he was a lot hungrier than he thought and ended up shoving his mouth full of more pancake softly after the second bite. For hotel food he had to admit it really was not that bad at all. Normally he would expect the pancakes to be too hard, like hockey pucks, and the sausages burnt. Soft pancakes, cooked to an almost perfect golden brown were what he had been greeted with instead of those hockey pucks. The sausage probably could have been cooked just a few minutes longer, but nevertheless he was content with it. Surprisingly, the syrup was thicker than the runny shit they usually give you and the butter was real butter, not that fake stuff.<br/><br/>To top every good breakfast off there was even orange juice, served in neat little cartons. There was one for Victor and one for Mathias. Since he was usually pretty picky about it, Victor didnâ€™t always drink orange juice. In this particular instance the orange juice, while not quite to his liking, satisfied him enough to quench his thirst and help wash down his food. There was a part of him that wanted to mix the orange juice with the rest of that vodka Mathias has but he managed to keep that out of his thoughts. It seems what happened the other day was still on his mind and he wanted to get away from that subject for the time being.<br/><br/>Once he had his fill, he leaned back in the chair again and looked up at the ceiling for a moment. Strange, it didnâ€™t seem as plain as the other ceilings he was use to seeing in hotels a lot. Maybe he was just bored and looking for something to do now that he had some more energy.<br/><br/>â€œSo, what do you want to do now?â€ He asked suddenly, propping his elbows up on the table and resting his chin on his hands. Then a small shrug was given, â€œItâ€™s up to you but Iâ€™d rather not sit in the room all day. Since leaving the hotel is out of the question maybe we can look around for a gym area or a pool?â€ Maybe it would not be such a good idea with Mathias still a little tipsy but he wanted to at least do something rather than sit around the room doing absolutely nothing. Sitting around and drinking was not exactly Victorâ€™s idea of fun even if a drink or two every now and then helped him keep calm. It was easy to just slip away and drink, part of him wanted to, but Victor did have his own odd habits when he was drunk and he nobody really needed to see that. In the end it was better for the two of them if they found something that didnâ€™t involve drinking.