Viktor was currently leaning against the brick wall of the hotel taking a drag from a cigarette waiting for the Dane to show up. If he wanted his ass handed to him then the singer would gladly give him it. Part of Viktor guessed Rik was all talk and wouldn't show. Was he a pansy after all? The whole incident with the coke in the sugar had gone too far and now both musicians had wound each other up. There would be a scuffle. Viktor did not back down.

He took another drag and then exhaled the smoke above his head, waiting. Wearing his big, heavy spiked leather boots and leather jacket and pants, the singer looked all the punk he was. This was bullshit anyway. It was a fucking accident and the Dane had to take it all too far.