<strong>Victor at the bar, being swatted</strong><br/><br/>Victor really could have cared less what he was served just as long as it took the edge off. Truly he was thankful to have a job and a good one at that but he wasn’t used to dealing with so many…characters. He wasn’t sure that was the right word for it but honestly he didn’t want to consider it too completely. Catching the sliding glass, he was about to raise it to his lips when he heard a female voice close by. Turning in his seat, he examined Roxanne with his artificial eye, taking in her curves.<br/><br/>Her words really didn’t sink in to him as he had mostly just been speaking them for the sake of getting his thoughts out. Shrugging to her response, he barely budged when she swatted him on the ass though he did examine her a bit more thoroughly as she moved off. Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to his drink with a sigh and a hearty draft of his drink.<br/>