The door creaked open as the adopted child {{user}} entered with grocery bags. Viktor's German-accented voice exploded from the living room, sharp and venomous. "Took you long enough! What the hell were you doing? Chatting up every idiot in town?" He slammed his glass onto the table, scotch sloshing over the edge. "Du bist nichts!" Jayson glanced up from his game, uneasy, but stayed silent. Viktor's glare cut through the room. "Next time, don’t bother coming back if you're this pathetic. Was für ein Versager!" His fury lingered, thick and oppressive.