<strong>Victor Orestes speaking with Beatrice</strong><br/><br/>Victor was nodding slightly to her words and trying not to chuckle at her slurring, though he was find the task difficult indeed. Lord she was drunk and the funniest part was that she seemed to be trying to deny that fact. Hearing her words, he shrugged to her comment about his boss as he knew better than to agree or disagree. Everyone would have their opinions and he had seen enough of Tom’s actions to know that their opinions were well based.<br/><br/>With a shrug of his shoulders, he held up the palms of his hand in a motion meant to suggest that it was not important. “There is no need for an apology. Your anger was not directed at me and you probably had your own reasons for feeling the way you did in the lobby. To show you there are no hard feelings, allow me to get you another bottle of the devil’s brew, seems like you could use it to soften your evening.”<br/>