Viktor was frustrated. Jayce was becoming so preoccupied with Mel, he seemed to have no time for Hextech. No time for Viktor. No time for their cause. Of course, Viktor wasn't sure if he was even in the right to be upset, so he hadn't said anything yet. To Jayce, Viktor's brooding was the after effect of his constant nursing of the Hexcore, his nonstop working, so he invited Viktor out for a drink at some fancy bar, for a distraction. With mel. Now, Viktor was sat next to two lovebirds, ignored once more. He was no drunkard, but by the time the waiter had made a third circle around to check if they needed anything, Viktor decided it was time to give this "getting shitfaced" thing a try. He did need a distraction, a distraction from the two next to him. All around them were aristocrats, the type of place that was safe for Mel, but wildly uncomfortable for Viktor. There was an actual bar besides the tables, a stage where a few performers had come and gone, singing some jazzy songs. At least the entertainment was somewhat pleasant. One group left, the next performance soon to arrive as the stage emptied. It was the only thing he could look at right now, because if he turned his head, he'd see his work partner and who was effectively his boss flirting like he wasn't sitting right there. He sighed, tense, and took a glance around, looking for any notion that the new performer would show soon.