"I will clean that up! Please don't chop my body into pieces and throw it in a dumpster."
"I...what?" Vaal rested his arms on the top of his car as he rubbed at his face. "You know, considering my luck with cars lately..I am starting to no longer care..." He glanced over as Skylar was attempting to wipe up a spilled beer from the leather interior of Vaal's Lamborghini. "I told you not to open it." Vaal pulled another paper bag from inside the car before slamming his door. Skylar winced at the noise and shot Vaal a nervous look to make sure the Russian wasn't furious.
"I said I was sorry! Look! It's almost...oh this is leather isn't it?" Skylar pulled his now soggy hoodie from the seat of the car. He gave Vaal a pitiful stare before taking a sip from his now half empty forty he had insisted he needed to drink right at that very moment.
"It is fine. My care will smell like cheap beer for a week." Vaal walked around the front of his car. "Skylar!" He snapped as he noticed Skylar was pulling on his beer soaked hoodie. Skylar stopped instantly, his eyes widening. "You will freeze! Honestly!" Vaal rolled his eyes before pointing to the car. "Back seat. Jacket. Grab it." Vaal picked up the bag of booze Skylar had supposed to grab; they had volunteered to make a beer run for the rest of the teams. Eve and Freya were still very convinced to pull Skylar back into being social and show him how much no one cared about the scandal.
"Alright!" Skylar reached into the backseat and pulled out Vaal's usual great fur lined hoodie. He pulled it on before taking one of the bags from Vaal's hands. "Thanks. So. This might be weird..."
"Weirder then anything else we've experienced in the last week?" Vaal raised an eyebrow as he clicked the button on his key, locking his car. Skylar hefted his shoulders up, brushing the fur on the hood against his jawline as he attempted to hide the slight rise of heat to his cheeks.
"I guess not but you smell good." Skylar brought the sleeve to his nose. Vaal gave him a little glance over the shoulder.
"I changed my mind. That is very weird." He chuckled as they walked back towards the hotel through the snow. "Stop sniffing it!" Vaal frowned at Skylar who faked his way into taking a drink from his open bottle.
"What? I was.... Beer." Skylar coughed a bit, wiping his mouth with the side of his hand. Vaal eyed him.
"Please try to not make everything of mine you touch smell like that piss you drink." The Russian shook his head as they crunched through the snow.
"It's not piss. It's beer."
"Had me fooled."
'Well I'm sorry we can't all drink straight potato vodka." Skylar chuckled, glancing forward to notice Griff walking out the front door of the hotel. The Dominican felt his chest drop; he hadn't seen or talked to Griff since the news of him and Vaal had hit the news. He slowed his step, taking another drink. He wasn't scared or intimidated by Griff, not at all. After his mother, he didn't really want to hear any more negative reactions and especially not from Griff. Vaal noticed Skylar's reaction and turned his attention towards Griff.
"I've been looking for you. Sorry to interrupt your little date." The redhead gave a little grin, chuckling at himself. "Skylar. I needa talk to you about your run tomorrow." Griff folded his arms over his chest.
"There are no runs tomorrow. I canceled all events until Monday." Vaal spoke with his usual air of certainty. Griff kept his eyes on Skylar.
"You did. I reinstated them. Zoe sent Moby and Ty to the Alps. You and Freya are gunna go up against them. It's a tough track but if you let me show you the course, I think you got this." Griff flashed a smile towards Skylar who was a bit to busy glancing between the anger on Vaal's face and the calm, cocksure attitude of Griff's.
