Victor shrugged before popping the cap off one of the bottles, sure it was beer and he was more a spirits man but Beer would always suffice in a pinch and he wasn't about to go raiding the spirit rack in case he pinched someone's drink.
He stopped before the beer met his lips, "Whiskey eh? Yeah you're already far more interestin' than the one I knew, he was a kid and a joker, an obedient lil boy who drunk deep of Xavier's coolaid." The blond snorted "You ain't that are ya, coke an' some oak aged Scotch...you're a whole different animal to him, pardon the pun." Victor said with a wink.
"An gettin' attacked an' hurt was and is part of our 'profession' I guess, comes with the territory. This multi-vese stuff confuses the hell out of me, but I give ya me word, which is worth as much as the air that just came out of my lungs but still..I ain't gonna hurt ya unless its in self defense alright?"
"An seein' as you're not exactly ya run of the mill X what with the blow an' that attitude of yours, somethin' I approve of by the way...so what's ya story?"
Victor looked at Bobby as he spoke, only pausing to shove food into his mouth or drink from his can.
"Oh an' can ya help a male out please..."
He added, sliding the other can across the table "Its a bit warmer than it should be."