Victor chuckled "Whiskey is Whiskey, its Scotch made somewhere else, so its still Scotch, hell you can call that swill that JD pump out 'scotch' its still whiskey. An' as for the other you, if its any consolation I did break his thigh once, let that be some kind weird revenge fantasy on the wussy not you eh?"
The blond listened as Bobby told his story, still popping meat into his mouth, only stopping to dip it in some of the sauces he'd grabbed or to wrap it round some carrot and cucumber sticks.
"So ya just upped and left, didn't wanna be a drone, told 'em to suck it and fucked off eh? Well good for you! Hell if only I could have done that with weapon X..." The big feral snorted at that "Ahh well...if's but's and maybe's huh?" The blond had a far away look for a moment before shaking his head to flick some hair out of an eye.
"Good for you though Bobby, and a decent Scott huh? The one I knew was so fuckin'...ugh...he was the kinda male you'd not piss on if he was on fire, I was a 'guest' of the X's more than a few times an' he was always so fuckin' full of himself.."
Victor picked up the can that Bobby passed back to him after draining the one he was drinking and crushing it flat. "Cheers, so what did ya do? You go solo or try an' settle down?"