Mikhail watched the skyline, "Beautiful night, isn't it?"
"Very, if I say so myself," Victor watched the rain drip from the windows of his friend's car, "I love the rain. So tranquil."
"I agree," the Russian paused to answer his ringing cellular, "Pree-vyeht."
Victor listened in, he knew Russian well and could hear the conversation between brothers. He remembered when he would check on Jimmy, and how it slowly morphed to him being checked on. The cat-like mutant couldn't help but smile.
"It was Piotr, as I'm sure you heard. He was just making sure I took my medicine and doing a wellness check. He plans to stay the weekend with me. Do you wish to stay as well?"
"Perhaps," he started to speak when Mikhail phone rang again.
"Sorry," he answered, "It's Cain he wants to know about a guys night out."
"H3ll yeah," Vic smirked. Being with those two meant they were going out to destroy stuff, "Need to run back to your place and get my bag first."
"You'd better not leak on my seats," he glared, starting the car, "Meet you at your place in 45, Sabretooth needs something from my home. Goodbye." he hung up before driving home, "Why didn't you bring it to start with?"
"I didn't expect us to do anything all night." he opened the window and leaned out with a smile.
X
Juggernaut smirked as he sat, "Been awhile since I've seen you? What's up? Kit too good to hang with the likes of us?" he reached forward and pinched Victor's cheek.
He pulled away, "Don't touch my face. I've been busy, see unlike you, we," Victor pointed between him and Mikhail, "Like our little brothers."
Cain shrugged, "Good for you two. Let's go wreck something. And maybe go to a strip club."
"Sounds like a great idea," Mikhail smirked and drove off.
X
The men laughed as the night fell over another bender of destroying a building.
"This ghost town came in handy," Mikhail smiled.
"Told you it would," Cain yawned and smirked at the other mutant, "Bet you missed this kind of incontinence, didn't you, Sabretooth?"
"You think you're funny, don't you?" he clawed Cain across the eyes.
"You know, if I could feel pain we probably wouldn't be such good friends," he brushed his eye lightly.
"Not sure why you pick at him like that," the Russian looked at his mystified friend.
"Just a joke," he offered the cat a cookie, which of course Victor took.
Vic scoffed. At this point in time he was far from embarrassed by his problem, it was just a part of life, but it didn't mean he allowed everyone to know about it. He hadn't even told Cain, he found out. And he definitely wouldn't allow himself to be teased for it.
Cain pushed himself up and looked to his watch, "Well, gents, its been a gas, think I'm going to head back. Unlike you two I have a job." he slapped both their shoulders before he took his leave.
"See you," Mikhail covered a yawn, "Anything else you wish to indulge in?"
"I need some money," Vic sat up, "Jimmy wants a bigger bed, and while I am accustomed to being his bed, it wouldn't hurt to have some arm room."
"Maybe if you got another job you wouldn't be so bored,"
"I should work for the Yakuza again. That was fun," he smiled, "I still have my suit from them."
"Too bad you're not in Japan anymore," he checked his phone, "Sleep in the car or find a hotel?"
X
Mikhail stretched out as the sunshine went through the window of his car, "Tsk, blasted sun." he glanced to his car mate, "Buy me breakfast."
"Fine," Vic turned over, "Give me the keys."
"I have to relieve myself and get a charger for my phone," he looked at the device, "I'm sure my brother dear has been calling me."
"McDonald's it is," he started the car.
X
"And we have power," Mikhail munched on a fry as his phone powered up, "Let's see. How many times has Piotr call….Victor."
"Hm?"
"What day is it?"
"March 3rd?" he sipped his milk.
"My phone says April 12th." he looked through his dozens of messages, "Please tell me it's wrong!"
"Of course it's wrong, we've only been gone like a week," he looked to his phone. April 12th. He looked for a receipt for his clothes. April 8th, "Well then...we may want to get back to New York."
He groaned and quickly pulled onto the expressway, "There is no way I'm not going over the coffee table. I have 10 voice messages, 60 text messages- Ah! And he was to come over for the weekend!" he grabbed his hair having completely forgotten.
"How did we lose a whole month?" Victor scratched his head. True he could no longer tell time without a watch, and yes, time does fly when having fun, but they missed a whole month. That was a new record.
"Maybe I should just send Piotr a letter saying we're ok. Then we could just stay gone another month. Think we'll be safe?" he looked to Victor almost panicking.
"Our brothers would come find us without a doubt," he scoffed. Honestly it was surprising Jimmy hadn't come looking for him yet. Last time he lost track of time it was ten days before his brother started searching for him.
"How are you helping?"
"At least we come bearing gifts."
"That might get me off of a week, but a month is doubtful. I'm just going to die."
Victor shrugged, "Stuff happens. Can you drop me off at the school? I'll just get all my bags later."
"Sure, remind me again in ten hours when we're in the right state!"