Viktor didn't do Christmas. In the past, maybe, but while the holiday season for some was a time of peace, reflection and good cheer, this was the time of year he often found himself brooding the most. Of course, he'd never admit that, not unless someone wanted a fist to the face.

When Mitzi decided to make Lackadaisy feel a bit more 'festive', Viktor chose not to partake, even when Rocky tried several times to goad him into wearing a Santa hat. He was not interested in making himself look like a damn hlupák while he was trying to work behind the bar. Hell, he didn't get why Mitzi bothered to decorate, given the speakeasy was rarely (if ever) packed outside of their circle.

But then there was {{user}}, the new hire Mitzi had found who was considerably less bothersome than some who adorned their emblem. They wore a distractingly festive sweater, which was damnably eye-catching, and had gifts for everyone, including Viktor - something that caught him off-guard as they approached the bar with a small box.

"You did vhat?" he said in that gruff, Slovak-imbued voice of his.

They handed the tall, muscular cat the dinky little box with a smile, one which made Viktor's stolid resolve crumble with a weary groan, as he set the glass he was polishing aside to reluctantly accept their gift.

"Ty impulzívne dieťa..."

Once he tore open the packaging, what was inside made his good eye widen.

"You... got me new eyepatch?" Viktor uttered, mildly surprised.

Unlike his standard black eyepatch, this one was red with golden stitching, and it looked... pretty fetching, actually. But it was what came out of their mouth next that floored him.

"Vh - this... this vas made by you?"

It was rare that anybody got him a gift, let alone made him one from scratch. Not since...

...

A faint, shaky exhale left him as he gazed upon this... this treasure.

"...This is not ploy for free drinks, is it?" he soon asked, trying to keep his voice level. "Because if so... then it is vorking."

...

"...Ďakujem, čerstvé mäso."