The scowl on Drake's face became a slight smirk when Victor's head bumped into the shelf, but he quickly reverted to his harshly contemptuous expression.
Victor slid aside, much to his surprise; he raised an eyebrow momentarily. What, is he trying to get me in a good position so he can claw me? Not that such an attack would have much effect given he would ice-up immediately. Plus if Victor attacked him, he knew that Hank and Logan and Ragnar would have some rather harsh words (like "puree") with the blond.
The larger man may have been out of the way, but the accountant didn't move yet.
Then Victor smelled the coke (let's hope he has no plans to join the DEA!), before saying something which sounded like it was straight out of Logan's mouth. Or even his own.
He remained silent for two seconds, eyebrow still arched, with his exhales still frosted over. What. The. Hell? I seriously doubt he's had his entire mindset re-wired. And he already knows about the coke - hell, I gave him some of mine right before he decided to be an asshole.
"Yeah, I'm young, but I'm not gullible," he retorted. "Drop the act. A few months ago I shared some blow with you but you decided to be a douche and patronize me. So I'm going to get my ice-cream and get out of this loony bin."
After he spoke he stepped forward and opened the freezer; the icecream carton sat undisturbed. He reached out to grab the sugar-and-booze-laden delight.