Vic and Rodeo - October 3, 10PM
Things could be a hell of a lot worse around the Dog Park, especially now that they've got this crazy ass carnival rigged up right in the middle of their camp. Their King's happier than he's been in a long while, now that he's got his baby girl and her son in tow, and Vic's feeling pretty damned good if he don't say so himself. And all the moonshine and the dancing and the kissing's got him to a place where he can barely remember the stuff that's in the back of his mind. But then he sees Rodeo and even through his gloriously tipsy haze, Vic feels that feeling of betrayal creeping up again.
There's no way he can be pissed about Rodeo's plan working, considering everything they've gained and, well, the fact that it straight up worked, but it's the second major thing that Rodeo's withheld from him, after that Chapel in August. Before the geeks came, he'd never been privy to the inner workings of the Bratva, but he'd come to expect a certain level of trust and insight into the way the Dog Park worked ever since they'd come together in the first place. If Rodeo wants to play it a different way now, Vic figures that's his prerogative. But that doesn't mean he's gotta be 100% happy about it.
He busies himself with his current jar of moonshine, drinking down at least a third of it with a wince, but when he pulls the jar away from his face he sees that Rodeo's right there. "Oh. Hey, brother."