“Yes, I did say pow wow.” Nodding, Viktor pointed to the door behind him. “There was this door that was unlocked so I opened it and the room was really quiet, and I like that sort of thing. Quiet.” He liked her. She was cocky but she seemed protective with a dash of loner. But what did he know.
“So I came in, threw my stuff down, and got to work. Reading, homework, masturbating. That kind of thing.” Viktor chuckled as had noticed someone was staying here but he had no way of knowing who. “I didn’t know that this area was taken. There must be invisible names scribbled on the wall that only I can’t see because people seem to have this claim on things that weren’t theirs in the first place.”
He wasn’t going to leave, was he? At least not without a fuss, anyway, and Zoey wasn’t exactly enthralled by the idea. “You’re fucking disgusting.” She grouched, dropping her bag at her feet and walking over towards her bed feeling far too wary of the fact that what he said could have been partly true. She’d been at a gig once where someone — a fan — had broken into the staff lounge turned green room and wanked himself off on the couch. The bar’s security hadn’t been needed when he was kicked out. Liam had done a fairly good job without.
“You know, some people piss on the furniture to claim their territory.” One leg crossed over the other as she looked up at him and cocked a brow. The light caught her eyes, causing them to glint yellow before she blinked and the colour disappeared. “How do you know that I didn’t do that?”
