If it wasnâ€™t for the fact that he was a powerful man Victor probably would have beat George into the ground by now. That man really did piss him off. Surely his father had not known that he was Mathiasâ€™s fatherâ€™s business partner otherwise he would not have been hired to protect the young man. That was really the only explanation he could find at the moment since he was still a bit worked up. The truth was he really didnâ€™t want to think about him and Mathias being enemies, not after all that has happened between them on this trip. Assuming he was right and this was some sick prank he was not amused at all and he might have to punch someone in the face. He pictured himself beating the shit out of George as he looked out the window, listening to the rain.<br/><br/>Even when they reached the hotel room he was silent. Since he brought up the thought of being enemies he could feel that there was an odd atmosphere between them now. It made him uncomfortable but he made no mention of it. Hopefully it would fade. Unfortunately he didnâ€™t have high hopes for that, at least for the time being, but time would tell. The alcohol that Mathias has brought out from the cabinet was going to help and Victor made no hesitation helping himself to some of that vodka since Mathias had taken the other bottle. One thing he knew for certain was the rest of this trip was going to be awkward.<br/><br/>Victor just lay on his back on the bed staring at the ceiling. He didnâ€™t even bother to change out of his clothes even though he knew he probably should so he wouldnâ€™t ruin his suit. Every not and then he would take a sip of the vodka. Since he was not one to hold his liquor he cringed a bit whenever he took a sip of the vodka. He should probably limit himself to how much he drank. How long that limit would last he really wasnâ€™t sure. It at least made him feel better while it was lasting even if the strange silence between the two was starting to get to him more and more. The phone call to his father could wait. Or maybe the call didnâ€™t even need to happen at all. Well unless something major did come up that is, assuming that asshole hadnâ€™t gone and called him already, and he could just push that worry out of his mind.<br/><br/>He wanted to focus his thoughts elsewhere so for now he would just drown himself in this vodka. Once he did that the awkwardness he was feeling would probably go away.<br/><br/>Sighing heavily for what was probably the millionth time that day he closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He really was not sure what to say that would break the silence. If he started a conversation he would probably just seem even more awkward anyway so why bother. Putting the half empty vodka bottle on the nightstand Victor rolled over on his side and stretched out a bit on the bed to make himself a little more comfortable. Deciding that was uncomfortable rather than comfortable he curled up in a ball. Hopefully some rest would help him ease up and not be so tense.