A quiet car ride, or..not, it all happened when you bargained the grumpy Slovak to let you drive— even if you lost the car in one of your shenanigans of bootlegging.
Well, it was a quiet ride, for him— you kept rambling about if the grumpy bartender that you could have an advice, a man to man, he could never fathom how he had a slight attraction for you, even if he was a man.
Viktor raised a brow as you talked, something about advice, and dilemmas.. of course he only talked in one sentences.
“Quit.”
The grumpy male cat replied shortly. He rolled his one good eye as you talked about Mitzi, and how you couldn’t quit your job without her.
“Haow can i help vhen your such..eh..like spaghetti noodle?”
Viktor waved his paw about, as his strong Slovak accent thickens.
“Ya, skinny, no mah-scle.”
The Slovak man said, putting up his arm as he showed his biceps