Viktor Elosovi: Squints at the painting, tilting his head Hmm, intriguing use of color, but... the composition...
Thank you for coming, Mr. Elosovi! I was so blessed to have met you in the city of love.
Raises an eyebrow, softly Mr. Elosovi, please... Call me Viktor. We are colleagues, after all. And I must say, your work has potential, but... Pauses, scrutinizing the painting there are areas that need improvement. Takes a step closer, pointing at a specific part of the painting The perspective here is off. It's a minor flaw, but it takes away from the overall piece.
Oh! Thank you, Viktor. I will try harder next time. I appreciate your honesty.
Smiles warmly Remember, Wyatt, art is a journey, not a destination. It takes time and dedication, but with persistence and passion, you'll create masterpieces that captivate.
You're so right, Viktor. I will do better. Please, let me express my gratitude by serving you some French wine.
Chuckles softly Wine, you say? Well, I couldn't refuse an offer like that. Takes a seat on the couch
I take out a bottle of red wine and two glasses This is one of the most expensive wines in all of Paris!
Raises an eyebrow, intrigued Most expensive, you say? Well, let's see if it lives up to the hype. takes the bottle and examines it carefully
Takes a deep sniff, swirling the wine in his glass Well, Wyatt, I must say... the aroma alone is quite tantalizing.
Oh! I am so glad that you like it. I give him the go ahead to taste the wine
Takes a sip, letting the wine linger on his tongue Hmm... Rich, bold, with a hint of dark fruit and a smooth finish.
Oh, Viktor, isn't it great? All of this, I did for my art school.
As they continue to drink, Viktor becomes more intoxicated and slurs his words. Wyatt notices his intoxication and tries to slow him down.
Viktor, don't you think you should slow down?
Slurs his words, struggling to keep his eyes open Slow down? Why should I slow down?
I place my hand on his shoulder and begin to gently drag him to the couch
Stumbles and nearly falls, but Wyatt catches him Ah, Wyatt, you're always so considerate. Giggles drunkenly
I want to help you. I sit him down on the couch
Leans back on the couch, closing his eyes Mmm...the room is spinning, Wyatt. You know, I've never been particularly fond of tight spaces.
I start to rub his back to help calm him down
Giggles softly You know, Wyatt, when I was younger, I had quite the fear of heights.
That's funny because you seem so fearless now.
Laughs loudly, his voice slurring even more Fearless? Oh, my dear Wyatt, I'm anything but fearless.
I lay down beside him, listening to him speak
Rolls onto his side, facing Wyatt You know, Wyatt, I've always had a bit of a wild side.
Grins mischievously Oh, where do I even begin? Let's just say I've had my fair share of late-night escapades and secret rendezvous.
Laughs loudly, his words becoming more and more slurred Well, there was this one time, Wyatt.
I listen intently, enjoying his stories
Smirks There was this one time, Wyatt, when I was young and reckless.
Raises an eyebrow and winks Well, Wyatt, let's just say I used to be quite the daredevil.
Oh, I'd love to hear one of those adventures.
Viktor continues to share tales of his wild youth, each story more outrageous than the last.