Viktor preferred to keep his head down with his work. He wasn’t really the type to party. However, in saying that, it wasn’t because he didn’t know how to - he simply chose not to. And boy, he was showing the pompous Pilties at the Progress Day after party just how hard he could party.

His cheeks were slightly flushed, his lips quirked up into a charming smirk. His tie was loose around his neck and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, a glass of whiskey in his hand as he approached the DJ, “Are you going to play the same old boring crap? Come on, crank it up!” Viktor snickered.