St Petersburg / Russia | May 4th evening | @fvrtunes
They never could stay in the Lair for prolonged periods of time, even when the atmosphere was great and everyone was getting along. And like this, Mitch was surprised that he had actually turned up everyday, even though he hadn’t spent a night there since ... in a while. Jude hadn’t been around at all and they weren’t planning to change that, just switching up the views with a little ‘help’. They were aiming to get sloshed on the strongest Russian vodka they could find, and cause as much chaos as possible. He hadn’t really feared for his life in a while, and the small amount of Russian he knew was getting rusty.
Which was why they were in Russia, freezing in the cold night air, looking around for a place where they could sit, grab some hot food (Mitch remembered something about Solyanka or Borscht from nearby) and drink as much as possible. At least, that was Mitch’s intention.
“Hey Jude, pick us a building will ya? Knowing me, I’d probably walk us right into a mafia den. Which,” he considered, “wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen.” He smiled over at Jude, something sharp in his eyes, before glancing back at the streetlights around them. “Please use your 100% real not-false non-coincidental magic powers of magic to walk us into a building full of mafia?” He voice dripped with sarcasm even as he waited expectantly.