It was a calm night at the speakeasy tonight. There weren't many people around, so it was fairly quiet. Aside from Zib sleeping on one of the lounges' chairs, Viktor was practically the only one here. He was cleaning one of the many shot glasses on the counter before he heard someone sit down on one of the stools.

Turning around, with his gruff voice, he spoke in a tired tone.

"Vhat do you vant-"

Once he realized who he was speaking to, the monotony in his voice vanished in an instant, a slight annoyance taking its place.

"Oh, it just you..."