Victor looked around the bar, he looked back at Millie who was intently watching Deon. Victor scoffed and sipped his drink, she was into him. It was clear, no matter what she said she was into him, Victor let out a small laugh and looked over to Logan. She was talking to someone, no not someone just nothing. Victor didn't know what to do so he just watched her until she snapped back to it, she said something Victor couldn't hear but she looked troubled. Victor reached behind the counter and grabbed a bottle of Vodka and pulled the top off and threw it aside. He took a fairly sized swig and then held it in front of Logan, he remembered something he had been through and remembered the great philosophy. Alcohol doesn't solve anything but milk doesn't get you drunk. He leaned in and spoke loudly enough for her to hear.

"Drink," he said encouragingly "It helps to keep you occupied." 

He pushed the bottle into her hands and continued.

"I don't much care what you're going through but we are Wolves, we look out for one another and if one of us is weak they hinder the pack. If you need to talk we can talk but while there are Lost Ones about we are fucking stones, understood?

Victor left her with the bottle at the bar and pushed his way through the crowd trying to find his way to the restroom but he ended up getting caught in he mob, some chick started dancing in front of him. He easily pushed her aside and found a sign that pointed him in the right direction .