Viktor had already been drinking vodka, whiskey and whatever else booze was going, as he then noticed the new guy at the bar. Who was he? A relative or friend of the tour? Must be. The punk was dressed in his costume, that being a gangster of New York around the 1940's. He thought it was a decent costume and being a gangster was fucking badass.

"Fancy a flaming vodka, mate?"

The Brit grinned at the man stood at the bar, wondering if he liked getting pissed up.