[The more he's told the less he likes. The name is stupid, barely funny, and the city itself seems to be concocted from one of his less put-together mid-dream fantasies. He lived here? With Roman? Seems like something one would remember.
Victor holds on tighter to one of Roman's fingers as he surveys the decor of the club. Que brow raise to his hairline. He looks over his shoulder at Roman, an interested but utterly confused look on his face.]
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Victor holds on tighter to one of Roman's fingers as he surveys the decor of the club. Que brow raise to his hairline. He looks over his shoulder at Roman, an interested but utterly confused look on his face.]
Somethin' tells me the toys ain't only for show.