Viktor is quite the whole way there, gazing out the window, bored. He's pretty sure he'll end up back in his cell in the span of the next week or so.

Cadence pulls into the driveway of a large, mansion-like house. He gets out quickly.

Viktor follows at a much more lazy pace, stretching when he steps out of the car.

Cadence digs in his pocket for his keys and heads to the door.

Viktor digs in the trunk of the car for his two suitcases before trudging up behind him, boredly.

Cadence leans against the door and waits for him.

Viktor stands by his side tediously, staring off into space and waiting for him to open the door.

Cadence opens the door, to a large foyer. The whole area is green, making one suspect that Cadence's favorite color is green. He goes in boredly.

Viktor follows, just as boredly. His favorite color also seems to be green, for he glances around contently.

Cadence leans against the table in front of him. "Name?" His voice is quite deep and sophisticated.

"I've got many names," Viktor responded offhandedly, grinning and glancing around the room. "But Viktor is my real name."

"All right then, Viktor. I'm Cadence. Don't call it girly or I'll smack you." He stretches and yawns as he says it.

"It's more common as a female name, but it's officially classified as a unisex name--why would I call it girly?" Viktor asked dryly, an impending yawn in his voice. He yawns when he finishes speaking.

Cadence shrugs. He glances towards the ceiling thoughtfully. "I suppose we should pick a room out for you."

"I don't care what sort of room I get, as long as I have access to a bed, a bathroom, and a window. And have room to put my suitcases," Viktor muttered after a moment.

"That narrows it down to...every bedroom in this house," Cadence mutters, sarcastically. He heads for the stairs.

Viktor follows him, content for whatever room. He hadn't slept in a really comfy bed in a long time...

Cadence walks to the room nearest to the bathroom and opens the door. Inside is a large bed, with black bedding and black and silver trim on the walls. "How 'bout this?"

Viktor looked around, relaxed. "This is good," he quipped, content.

"Kay. There. I did that without thinking...much." He rolls his eyes, amused.

"Always a good thing." Viktor set up his suitcases in one corner of the room and then ran his hands through his long hair, which he hadn't bothered to tie up yet.

"Indeed it is. If I wanted to think, I'd have a job where I did so, and not be a stripper." He seems to have no self-consciousness at all.

Viktor nodded idly, looking tired for some reason. Almost five minutes before Cadence had arrived, Viktor had finished up with a particularly violent customer, and now large, purplish bruises were making themselves known on his wrists, and on his neck. He didn't seem to notice, or care.

Cadence nods. "I'll let you get settled." With that he heads to his room.

Viktor doesn't get settled, per se...instead, he just plops down on the bed and sprawls out, on his stomach. It's very comfortable...