Avion laughs "I am hard to get and way out of our league".

Vincent glances around for Razz he needed to give him an answer still.

((ok :) ))

Razz was still at the bar, looking happy. He was about to start leaving the club area with Sergei when he spotted Vincent, and he paused a bit.

"Hi, Vincent!" he called cheerily, waving.

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Viktor snorted, amused.

"No one is out of my league. You only think you are."

Sergei glanced up at the two males sitting there. Avion seemed rather preoccupied, and Vincent seemed miserable, as usual. He waited on Razz to finish his conversation before continuing.

Avion laughs "you just keep telling yourself that"

Vincent looks at him then away.

"Oh, I will," Viktor hummed, striking another pose. "I certainly will.

Razz went over and gave him a big hug, grinning. "Didja get some work done?" He was waiting to see if Vincent would bring the matter up on his own.

Sergei settled down at the bar, looking off into the faces of the faceless club goers. "How boring..." He mused quietly.

Avion rolls his yes and turns his attention away from him knowing he hated to be ignored.

Vincent glanced at the man then back at Razz. "Yes sir...." his voice a bit quiet today.

Viktor grumbled a bit. "Everyone else seems to appreciate me, hot stuff. Open your eyes."

Razz patted his shoulder. "You don't have to call me sir," he reminded him playfully. He glanced around a bit and then muttered, "...Did you make a decision, yet?"

He thought it was not nice to keep Sergei waiting, so he wanted to know the answer. He had been anticipating it all evening, hoping it was the one he so dearly wanted.

Vincent looks at him then the other man clenching his jaw a bit "it is now and always will be no" he says a bit coldly and turns away upstairs.

Avion watches Vincent go he sighs a bit giving this other guy a bit of a glare before turning away completely and walking to the side of the stage. He sits not in a good mood anymore "not interested in you".

((aww lol he's jealous :D))

Again, Razz displayed the same sort of sadness he did before, where he just stood there, looking like he was going to cry. He showed no intention of moving.

Viktor snorted. "Keep denying it," he challenged. He clapped a hand on Sergei's shoulder as he passed by, heading to the stage.

"Oh, look. He's vulnerable," he pointed out, meaning Razz.

Avion looks over at both Razz and this Sergei guy. He sighs leaning back in his chair a bit he neded to take his mind off of this maybe he could find a costomer and fast.

Viktor noticed this and seemed amused, perfectly willing to offer his services if he was needed. For now, he headed back up to the stage and danced on the pole opposite of Cadence, attempting to keep perfect choreography between them.

Sergei wasn't fond of drama. "By all means. Follow him." He spoke, cooly and drly, following Viktor towards the stage. Sergei hadn't been known for having patience. He took his usual seat by the stage, watching them dance, bored and annoyed.

Razz played with his sleeves, took a deep breath, and then regained his usual chipper nature. "No, it's okay. I think I might have done something to anger him. He should be alone for a while."

It was difficult for him to stay sad for too long, though he would often bottle it up until he went to bed, so he could cry himself to sleep.

Avion glances at the man. "You have no idea you..." he clenches his jaw. Avion had normally a calm playfull ttitude but at times he could become a hot head especially when it came to Vincent.

When Sergei was angry, he became fierce, and he cut his eyes towards Avion. "No, I have no idea. Nor do I care. Or have I not made this painfully obvious? You do not know me, nor does your emotional friend. I suggest you avoid a fight you cannot win and get back to grinding against older balding men for five." He hissed. His mouth was a perfect straight line on his face and his brow was quirked, waiting for some snappy comeback.

Viktor, who loved to watch drama, did so. As long as he wasn't directly involved, it was quite amusing to him. He kept his dancing up, though.

Avion tands he was not about to take this mans crap. He glares "you son of a bitch".

Cadence grins at Viktor. "Why am I so bored? You're failing at amusing me. ...Which is nothing new." He mutters the last part teasingly, his grin growing bigger.

Viktor chuckled, then nodded towards the drama. "Seems we've got a situation. Wanna watch?" he asked, flitting over to dance and cuddle with him once again.

Sergei quirked a brow, his head cocked to the side. "That's all you've got? That's a little.... dry..." He spoke, running his fingers through his messy hair. "If you're looking for drama, child, I suggest you look elsewhere. I've got no patience for you kind." He finished.

Cadence rests against him, still dancing. "Why is there always drama when we're around? Oh yeah. It's always your fault."

Viktor nudged him in the side. "Oh, do behave. I only watch. From the sidelines."

"Really then why dont you get the hell out and go back to your own life or are you just trying to keep up an image you are far from impressive nothing but words if anythings dry its you and your talk trying to sound so tough" he laughs "your not worth the time" he turns away.

Razz seemed to be getting back to normal. He looked happy enough, and he snuggled his precious stuffed toy contently.