Re: Headed TO THE BAR (Vanessa, Idris, open)
Victor did not miss the malice lacing Idris' tone of voice. Nor did he miss the tinge of... was that jealousy, that eked its way in to the other man's demeanor as well. What the hell was going on?
It was more than a mystery to Victor, how this man reacted to him. And moreover, how Idris also seemed to affect him. Hell, Vanessa seemed to be hitting a few tender notes in both of them as well. It was almost like they were all old friends. Or enemies. Or... something.
"I'm sure you're plenty close..." he heard himself mutter. Clearing his throat, he also picked up the next shot presented to him and downed it. It burned a bit, and (he fancied, at least) cleared his head a bit from his wayward thoughts.
"Well, we all seem to be just one happy, tipsy family round these parts." He amended, shooting Vanessa a smile. He didn't really care if he offended Idris, but for some reason, he wanted to keep Vanessa out of the more violent insults that may be exchanged between he and the other. "I guess neither of us can be too bad..." he continued, letting the continued intake of alcohol fuel his jocular exterior, "If Miss Vanessa took us in, I mean."
His gaze rolled back to Idris, growing a hint harder again. He just couldn't seem to help it. "Well. What should we toast to next?"