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hellfire_andfuryViktor had drunk around a bottle and a half of vodka and was now throwing darts at the board he'd hooked up in his and Vars' hotel room. He was angry. The board had a photo of a British policeman taped onto it. Fucking cops. The punk was in a rowdy mood because he just wanted to break shit and let off some steam. The last few nights he'd had dreams about going back home and his mother shunning him for liking a man. For loving someone who wasn't a girl who he could marry and have children with. That's what he was supposed to do, wasn't it? Fuck it. He loved Vars and his family could go to hell. The cops with it.
Getting up from the bed with a growl, Viktor threw his last dart at the board rather aggressively, getting near close to a bullseye. The Brit grabbed the empty vodka bottle and threw it towards the balcony outside where the door was open. It sailed through the open doors and then smashed against one of the balcony's rails.
"Fuck."
The punk was also drunk and this didn't help stop the tirade of anger and frustration that now coursed through him. Where was Vars? He wanted the Norwegian with him so they could smash shit up. Grabbing a nearby chair, Viktor snarled as he threw the chair through the balcony window next, watching it sail over the rails to splinter into pieces in the car park below. It felt satisfying to see the pieces of wood now litter the ground below. What else could he smash? It was always better with two though.
***
Outside the room Billy was passing and heard the commotion going on inside as Viktor was now punching the wall with force. Was he destroying his room again? It would seem so. The guitarist knew he'd have to find Vars because things didn't sound good at all. The telltale sound of a lamp being thrown against the wall with some force just caused the blond to go slightly wide-eyed, rushing back downstairs to where the Danes and Vars were. The Angels had noticed Viktor was slightly on edge the last few days. He always seem to bottle up his feelings because he called talking about them pussy.
Getting up from the bed with a growl, Viktor threw his last dart at the board rather aggressively, getting near close to a bullseye. The Brit grabbed the empty vodka bottle and threw it towards the balcony outside where the door was open. It sailed through the open doors and then smashed against one of the balcony's rails.
"Fuck."
The punk was also drunk and this didn't help stop the tirade of anger and frustration that now coursed through him. Where was Vars? He wanted the Norwegian with him so they could smash shit up. Grabbing a nearby chair, Viktor snarled as he threw the chair through the balcony window next, watching it sail over the rails to splinter into pieces in the car park below. It felt satisfying to see the pieces of wood now litter the ground below. What else could he smash? It was always better with two though.
***
Outside the room Billy was passing and heard the commotion going on inside as Viktor was now punching the wall with force. Was he destroying his room again? It would seem so. The guitarist knew he'd have to find Vars because things didn't sound good at all. The telltale sound of a lamp being thrown against the wall with some force just caused the blond to go slightly wide-eyed, rushing back downstairs to where the Danes and Vars were. The Angels had noticed Viktor was slightly on edge the last few days. He always seem to bottle up his feelings because he called talking about them pussy.
