( @kyleyangs )
"Aw Kylie-kins!" Viktor nudged his way through the crowd to saddle up next to Kyle at the bar, all but slamming their beer onto the counter, "Wasn't expecting to see your pretty face here tonight, feel like it's my own personal treat. So fucking kind of you, champ." It was almost routine at this point - always running into one another - it couldn't be helped that their vices were the same. "Y'parched? I'm parched - who's buying?"










