Viktor was drunk and wasn't in the mood for much talking at the moment. That and he'd nearly lost a fight to the tall, lanky Dane. The harp boy. He then frowned when she told him he'd have to wait weeks for the ribs to heal. Fuck that. He had to sing for the band and couldn't afford to just sit in bed all day like some fucking ponce.
"Two weeks? A month? Fuck! I can't afford to sit in bed all day waiting for this to heal. I'm a singer and I have a band to look after. We go on tours. Is there no easy fix to this?"
He knew it wouldn't be easy. Viktor just drank some more vodka and sighed. She was helping him though and Weird wasn't such a bad bloke. He could rock a bass guitar just as good as Joe could.
"Thanks for doing this though---for me. Not many people bother looking after me."
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Viktor was drunk and wasn't in the mood for much talking at the moment. That and he'd nearly lost a fight to the tall, lanky Dane. The harp boy. He then frowned when she told him he'd have to wait weeks for the ribs to heal. Fuck that. He had to sing for the band and couldn't afford to just sit in bed all day like some fucking ponce.
"Two weeks? A month? Fuck! I can't afford to sit in bed all day waiting for this to heal. I'm a singer and I have a band to look after. We go on tours. Is there no easy fix to this?"
He knew it wouldn't be easy. Viktor just drank some more vodka and sighed. She was helping him though and Weird wasn't such a bad bloke. He could rock a bass guitar just as good as Joe could.
"Thanks for doing this though---for me. Not many people bother looking after me."