time: 9:50pm location: Ballroom with: @zinaidas
Viktor watched the dance floor fill silently from against the far wall, hands shoved deep in his pockets. They’d misbehaved at dinner and Viktor nearly dropped his fork with a sharp clatter – an embarrassment that even now still colored high on his cheeks. Nursing his pride, he was content to watch from afar, until of course his eyes landed on Zin. Alone; a rare and precious thing.
He crossed to her in less than a dozen paces, swiping two glasses of something clear and thick – vodka, presumably, and thank fuck for it. Without so much as a word of introduction, he extended one in her direction, his own tilted towards some Americans gathered in the corner.
“I don’t suppose we ought to show them how to have fun the right way.” Viktor lifted the glass to his mouth with a smirk and took a long pull.
