The rumble of that engine peeked Viktor's interest through his emotional haze of anger and frustration as he looked up from where he was sitting and noticed the Norwegian on his chopper bike. Of course. How could he got a few blocks from the hotel without attracting the other punk's attention? The Brit sighed and rubbed his face in his hands before nodding slowly. It beat sitting on a cold park bench acting like some fucking hobo.
"Fine."
He didn't say anything else as he got up, still angry inside like a volcano about to explode as he made his way towards Vars sat atop his bike. Where would they ride to? Who the fuck cared right now anwyay. Viktor slumped onto the back of the bike and placed his arms around the bassist.
"Where are you taking me?"
His voice was tinged with anger, still furious over what the cops back home were doing to his father. His old man banged up for ten fucking years. Fuck them all! His face was a mask of frustration mixed with anger and pain, as he wondered if Vars had any cheap vodka in his bike bag. Oh, throwing fire bombs at cops and their cars and property sounded so fucking good right now.
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"Fine."
He didn't say anything else as he got up, still angry inside like a volcano about to explode as he made his way towards Vars sat atop his bike. Where would they ride to? Who the fuck cared right now anwyay. Viktor slumped onto the back of the bike and placed his arms around the bassist.
"Where are you taking me?"
His voice was tinged with anger, still furious over what the cops back home were doing to his father. His old man banged up for ten fucking years. Fuck them all! His face was a mask of frustration mixed with anger and pain, as he wondered if Vars had any cheap vodka in his bike bag. Oh, throwing fire bombs at cops and their cars and property sounded so fucking good right now.