Fucking U2. Never got why people were into them. Gimme Hendrick and Heart. Vincent couldn't help smirking as the crowed alternately crooned and passably sung.
Vincent cocked an eyebrow at Leo's glance and subsequent retreat but shrugged. He poured himself a shot of rum and threw it back. Oh Jerry. Grimacing, his smirk turned a smile. A certain bottle jumped to mind. Not yet...
Grabbing another Modelo from the fridge he peeled the foil and popped the top while walking over to Ixidor and Asp. Dropping the opener on the bar top, he grabbed a stray lime and jammed it into the bottle. The red-head seemed down to dance so why not join the crowd? Taking a swig of soothing beer, Vincent smiled mischievously, looking between the rocker and the Arrow. "Don't suppose I could tempt either of you with a dance?"
The letter had..left an open question. Something that Vincent had since been poking at.
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