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[hr][h1][color=7B5FD4]Viktor Polzinov[/color][/h1][/center]

[color=7B5FD4]"Long Island, coming right up,"[/color] Viktor smiled, nodding and turning behind him to begin drink construction. He prayed silently in his head that this was not the night. He didn't want to have to deal with it if this being felt that soulmate connections meant that there was no other option, and suddenly be at his door at six in the morning, wanting in to make waffles. Of course, that was really specific, but the sentiment still stood. Viktor was not about to facilitate some ridiculous social standard.

It took nearly no time at all for him to forge the cosmopolitan. Long Island Ice Teas were so incredibly common he had them memorized. With back still turned, he decided to indulge a little himself, and took a shot of bourbon. He would normally have sipped at it and enjoyed it, but being sober wasn't in his future and shots were the fastest way to go about it. With the bourbon now warming his belly and distracting him, he placed the mixed drink in front of the patron.

[color=7B5FD4]"Here you go. Let me know if there is something else I can do for you,"[/color] he nodded and pat the bar with an open palm. Maybe he wouldn't notice or maybe Viktor was just having hallucinations. He had always heard rumors of his babushka being an old mad crone of a witch.