Ice Uprising

Chapter Nine

"So, can we chat about you helping me at the hotel down the way?" Vivienne wiggled her brown eyebrows, making me extremely uncomfortable and wiggly. "Without that one," Gesturing at me uncertainly and gently, smiling ever so slightly at me. Vivienne turned around, looking over her shoulder at Viktor.
 
"Sorry, Tatiana has to come!" As Viktor gave Vivienne an ear-to-ear smile, I breathed a quiet sigh of relief, following after the two people as they strolled down the street. 

"Here, let me take Makkachin from you, Viktor," Without receiving a reply, I reached for Viktor's hand and snatched the leash right out of it. "Thank you." 

"So what do you want help with, Vivienne?" Viktor questioned the curly-haired woman, speeding up to look at her face.

"A project, and I need your assistance. By the way, who is the small one? I heard you say Tatiana earlier," Vivienne, still keeping her brisk pace, craned her neck to raise a interested eyebrow in my direction. Viktor kept pace right beside her.

"I'm Tati-" Again, I was interuppted by the talkative, too flirtatious, woman named Vivienne. 

"Tatina Darby? Oh I've heard of you!" She shot a smile at me, and even though she wasnt the worst person I'd ever met, she was very annoying.

Viktor, however, seemed intrigued. A bit too intrigued, honestly. His eyes were scanning her face, hanging intently on every word that came out of her big mouth.

"Um, Viktor?" I tried to get the silverette's attention by grabbing his sleeve, but he only glanced at me momentarily. Grumbling curse words, I pulled his sleeve so hard, he had to stop. 

"What's wrong?" He asked, raising an only slightly annoyed eyebrow. Crossing my arms, I glared at Vivienne, who was busying herself with cleaning her glasses. 

"You trust this woman?" Gesturing at Vivienne discreetly, I looked back up at Viktor, an unsure look on my face. 

"Yes, now come on," Viktor grabbed my arm, continuing to walk ahead with Vivienne. As you might have figured out, it wasn't fun to be shorter than the two, obviously from the fact that it was so hard to get their attention. Vivienne was three inches taller than me, at five foot, five inches. Viktor loomed above me nine inches, at five foot, eleven inches. Being short was a particularly annoying thing, especially when two people loomed above, ignoring your every word. 

"Fine," Grumbling some more curse words, I was dragged by Viktor down the road, Makkachin trying to pull away from the leash. "Makkachin! Cut it out!" Snatching my arm away from Viktor, I turned on my heel and walked to Makkachin, kneeling down to pat his head. "I know, I don't think Viktor is making a good decision at all. But we have to stand behind him and make sure he doesn't burn down the build-" I was interuppted by Makkachin's loud bark. Looking over my shoulder, I realized the two were gone. "Let's find-" Before I could finish, I realized I was being dragged by Makkachin down the sidewalk. 

"Viktor!" About ten minutes later, I had finally spotted the two, who were entering a hotel. "Hey! Wait up!" Viktor stopped, looking down at me from the entrance of the hotel. 

"Come on!" He called to me, strolling inside right after Vivienne, continuing to chat with the curly-haired woman. 

"What a jerk, Makkachin...Let's go," Dragging the big poodle behind me, I trudged towards the hotel entrance, trying to push open the doors. Of course, I hadn't realized there was a sticker that had said pull on it. Facepalming, I shrugged down at Makkachin, who barked up at the door. When I averted my gaze to the door, Viktor was standing there, chuckling. Flipping him off, I pulled open the door to walk inside, Makkachin in tow. 

"Excuse me, Miss," A receptionist spoke to me, smiling gently. "We don't let children hold dogs in the hotel. Please hand the dog to one of your parents." Stomping up to the woman, I whipped out my wallet and handed over my I.D, glaring at the woman. 

"I was born in 1991, Ufa, Russia." Grimacing, I looked momentarily down at Makkachin before I shifted my glare back at the woman.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, your hei-" I didn't let her finish. I was far too done with being told how short I was. 

"My height. Ma'am I know. Could I have my I.D back and we'll be on our way," Grabbing my I.D from her, I turned to see no Viktor and Vivienne, just figures walking down the hall. "Have a good evening, Ma'am!" Waving to the receptionist, I booked it down the hall, following closely behind Viktor and Vivienne. 

"Here's the room," I heard Vivienne's voice and the sound of a door opening. Relying solely on Makkachin, I followed him down the hall to the room with the door slightly ajar. 

"Um, guys?" Pushing the door open, the two voices stopped.  Viktor, who was practically drooling over the over woman, and Vivienne looked at me for a second before turning back to each other. "I'm just gonna, um, go use the restroom." Sliding into the room, I left Makkachin with the two people, staring at myself in the mirror. There were dark circles under my eyes, making me look more sleep-deprived than I actually was. Taking a moment to wash my hands, I stepped outside to look at...Oh, god. Wow. "Hello?" I said softly, staring at Viktor, who had Vivienne pressed up against a wall, deathly close to her. 

"Well, don't mind me..." Chuckling awkwardly, I slipped back ninto the room, splashing my face with water. "Ugh! What the hell was that? Oh, shit. I better do something!" Turning to dry my face, I slipped on some water I had spilled and slipped, slamming my head on the side of the bathtub.

"Tatiana!" A voice drifted into my head, fading away within moments. "Wake up! Come on!" The voice was recognizably Viktor's. Opening my eyes, all I saw was a blurry white until I lifted up a hand to rub my eyes. 

"Huh?" A small noise made its way out of my mouth, into the silence. "What happened?" With a groan, I pushed myself up to sit straight, looking at Viktor's blurry face.

"Can you see clearly?" Viktor's voice had a hint of concern over his accent, making me slightly worried in return. Had something gone wrong?

"Um, yes," I replied after blinking my eyes for a few seconds. "What's wrong, Viktor?" Normally, Viktor didn't get concerned about anything unless it was serious.

"Oh, good. I'm glad you're alright," Within a second, I was being embraced him, my bones being squeezed. Holding my breath until Viktor finally let go, I couldn't help but wonder what had happned. I mean, we were still in the hotel bathroom, not a hospital.
That's when I noticed Vivienne. 

The young woman word a concerned look, a slight frown on her smeared lips. The lipstick was very smeared, actually. You know what she wasn't wearing? Half of her F*CKING outfit. 

The heavy coat wasn't on her anymore. A tight black dress showed off some of her (small, mind you) cleavage. 

"Viktor, step aside, I know how to test for a concussion." She said. Damn, this girl was something else. She seemed to have all the talents in the world.

It was annoying.

"Hey, Tati," I hated the nickname she uses without really knowing me. "Open your eyes for me, please." She rummaged for something in a pocket, pulling out a small flashlight and shining it into my eyes.

I screeched. Was this woman trying to blind me? Probably, honestly. She would want Viktor all to herself, even if I was no threat. 

"Calm down," the chuckle sounded condescending ​​​​​to me, but Viktor looked like he was intent on listening to that chuckle every day. I mean, she was kinda hot, practically dripping sex. Getting off topic!! "I'm checking to see if your eyes dilate properly." 

I glanced over at Viktor, who was surely drooling now, and could read the one thought in his mind. Sexy nurse.

Something had gone completely wrong. So completely wrong.