[Vic is a very muscular draft horse centaur, about eight feet tall, with mildly unfortunate facial hair. Without quite enough memories relating to toxic masculinity, he looks like a big mythical himbo... which, he is. He knows two things mainly: that he has to hide his magic so people won't hate him (u n t r u e), and that he loves working out and showing off. He's probably wearing very little. A vest, a belt, a kerchief, he keeps putting on and taking off a hat like does he look cool in this?]

dancing horseshoes

[A cup of lapsang souchong (if he thinks no one's looking) or a glass of real strong hoppy beer (if he fears discovery) has acted as liquid courage! But Vic can't just strike up a conversation. Where'd he start other than 'do you lift'?? There's other ways to show off, though.]

Brah! Bro! In a non-gendered way! Check me out!

[he can make his pecs dance to the beat. are you impressed? please be impressed or he'll have to try something else.]

sand trap

[You are trapped with a big nervy centaur in a small room filling with sand. He has kicked the doors a few times and that's been very loud but has gotten nowhere. Now he stands, all four legs fidgeting, his flanks shivering and switching his tail as sand dusts him and pools on the floor.]

There's... bro, I maybe have something I can do, but - uuuuuhhh, never mind. Hey, uh, I can boost you up?

[Vic is not gonna be able to climb a ladder but maybe, if you're not watching...]