baby i'll break your heart

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Well, Chris had to admit, the idea of his brother settling down in anyway shape or form was a little – unsettling? weird? preposterous? down right crazy? – hard to imagine. Not that he didn’t think he could do it, Vin had a lot of love in him to give to someone, Chris just didn’t know who the lucky person would be. So he grinned, slapping a hand on the brunettes back and wagged his eyebrows, “Uh huh. Do you put that on your cv too?” Chris blew out a small sigh when he didn’t comment further, sarcasm noted but he’d deal with that later. Maybe when he’d had a few more drinks. “Anything, surprise me!” Peering down the length of the bar, Chris watched as a group a little further down tapped shot glasses together and cheered as they drank them. “Oh! Shots! Lets do shots!”

“I do,” he replied in a tone of utmost seriousness, although he couldn’t keep the grin off his face. “How could it be complete without my best qualification?” Vincenzo followed his brother’s gaze, noting the group’s chosen method of inebriation. He turned back to Chris and laughed, loud and drunkenly. “Shots it is! Come on, the night’s still young.” It definitely wasn’t, but Vincenzo happily turned to the bartender to order a round of shots for the two of them. “So how are you anyways, Chris?”

                  𝐢𝐟     𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞     𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞     𝐨𝐧𝐞     𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠     in     the     world     that     estella     costello     enjoyed                       it     would     be     compliments     .     mostly     from     men     ,     the     attention     she     received     settled     a     need     within     her     chest     that     she     could     never     explain     ,     but      compliments     from     anyone     really     ,     fueled     her     ego     .     and     this     man     ,     god     ,     with     his     dark     locks     and     sweet     smile     had     her     cheeks     a     rosy     hue     and     a     smile     on     her     cherry     glossed     lips     .     she     ponders     for     a     moment     ,     before     she     nods     in     the     direction     of     the     bartender     ,     as     if     to     say     the     same     again     ,     a     tinged     pink     liquid     that     bubbled     lightly     and     smelt     of     fruits     and     berries     .     rosé  d’anjou     .     ❝     i     don’t     believe     i     threw     it     .     ❞     the     ginger     replies     when     the     server     disappears     ,     turning     to     the     male     with     a     gentle     smile     .     ❝     estella     ,     though     beautiful     is     rather     sweet     of     you     .     ❞

“Oh, no, that’s just me being honest.” Vincenzo put an arm around her chair, moving closer. He tilted his head, his gaze intense as he considered her. She seemed too laconic for his tastes, although something about her kept his interest. He didn’t recognize her face, but that still didn’t shake the feeling she was familiar to him somehow. The bartender handed him his whiskey, and he looked away for a moment to take a drink. Glancing back to her with his devilish grin, he asked, “So what’s behind a woman like you drinking alone?”

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“Always.” Vincenzo, on the other hand, loved the festive mood. So much so he’d picked the gaudiest Christmas sweater he could find. Complete with an LED Rudolph nose lit up brighter than his cigarette. He took out his lighter and held it out to Levi with a dramatic little flourish. “You look like you just saw death walking.”

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It was hard for Levi not to notice Vin’s sweater. It was gaudy and obnoxious; just like the man wearing it. It was that sort of things about the holidays that Levi just disgusted. He rolled his eyes, for now ignoring the sweater. “I shouldn’t haven’t to ask you.” With the stick between his lips, Levi lifted it next to the flame until it caught the light. He took a long inhale before responding back. He needed that. “It’s nothing I’m not used to. I’ve seen things. You have no idea.” With the years he’s worked in an ER, there wasn’t many things that shocked him anymore. “And it’s nothing compared to that. Why in the hell are you wearing that? ” 

“A Christmas party demands a Christmas sweater, obviously. Check this out.” He pressed the Rudolph nose repeatedly, turning the LED on and off again a few times before looking back to Levi with a delighted grin. “So worth the forty bucks.” Taking another drag on his cigarette, he pocketed the lighter and leaned against the building. “You’re a nurse, right?”

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“Whoever said I wanted to make it sound bright? Maybe I want to make it sound terribly depressing so that you feel better about your own future. You’re welcome, by the way.” He smirked as he took another drink. Damien found himself almost choking as he inhaled sharply while Vin spoke. He slapped himself hard on the chest and coughed as he regained his composure. He tried not to laugh. “Well, I have to say. I don’t know if you telling me that was to make me feel better about my own shit. I mean I’ve never lost an accountant or another coworker because of my out of work activities.” Damien let out a quick, loud laugh as he shook his head. “I guess we all have our…gifts.”

Vincenzo raised an eyebrow at Damien’s reaction, half-amused. “Well, we can’t help our gifts, and my gift just happens to be my amazing good looks that charm men and women alike. My accountant didn’t really like that explanation though.” He sighed in exasperation, finishing off his drink. “Guess I’m lucky we were in the office and not the cellar for her to throw wine in my face.” Tapping his fingers against the empty bottle, he shrugged. “Don’t suppose you know anyone looking for an accounting job?”

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“I wouldn’t know but I can believe it! There’s something just…magical about doing something by yourself,” she laughed at her own joke. “I’m going to assume that the alcohol you make is pretty good then?” She thanked the bartender and flashed them a bright smile as she picked up her drink and stirred it around with the straw. “Oh, I don’t think anyone would. That’s why I stayed over here. It’s mellow. It’s safe. I’m vibing over here,” she chuckled. “Yeah, really. Trust me, I’m good at this type of thing. It’s part of my job, really.” She smirked as she took a sip of her drink. “I would say that you won’t have to worry what life is like without fun. I don’t think you’ll ever have a problem with it. The drink’s good, by the way.”

 “Well I’m more than happy to brag about the quality of my wine. It’s the best vineyard in New York, in my biased opinion.” Vincenzo leaned against the bar, taking a sip of his whiskey. “So reading vibes...Am I right to assume it’s an occult shop, then? I’d love to see it. I have something of an interest in the magical.” He raised an eyebrow, swirling his drink around.

“I’ll be wiser, I’ll definitely be wiser,” Asher tapped a finger on his skull, as if he head wasn’t pounding horribly with each movement, “Y’know, if you put cheap vodka through a Brita filter a handful’a times, it becomes fancy vodka? Now that’s wisdom, baby,” When Vincenzo mentioned the very concept of pranks, it sent Asher’s mind spinning in a circle for ideas, “Well… We could always play Passed Out Jenga,” He sighed, a goofy grin growing yet again, “Let’s go see who wouldn’t noticed if we piled a bunch’a stuff all over them.”

“Is that how that works?” Vincenzo scrunched his nose up trying to picture the vodka transformation, frowning. “I’ll have to try that. Would save me a lot of money.” He tilted his head, considering Asher’s suggestion for a moment before he broke into another bout of giggles. “Passed Out Jenga. You’re brilliant. There’s got to be some blackout drunk fool we can stack pizza boxes to the ceiling on.”

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Zelda brushed her hair back from his face as she listened more attentively. “Ah! You know, somehow that seems extremely fitting! How very cool. I do love plants. They can be used for so many different things. I’ve never been to a real vineyard before either.” A wide grin spread across her face. “I wouldn’t want to doubt that you are.” She glanced around the bar as she took a final sip from her water. “Well, it depends on what vibes you mean. Overall, the vibes are positive. But if you look over there,” she nodded across the bar quickly. “The vibes are more negative. That guy in the middle has a dark cloud over his head. But here?” She turned her attention back to Vincenzo. “You seem to have real solid vibes. A very strong, fun vibe! It’s pretty great, actually.”

“It’s a passion of mine. There’s something special about the alcohol you make yourself, an extra zing.” The bartender came with their drinks, and Vincenzo held Zelda’s brightly colored daiquiri out to her. At her comment, he glances across the bar to see the person she’s indicating and grimaces. “I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of that glare.” He raises an eyebrow in interest at her description of him. “Really? I like the sound of that. What’s life without a little fun, right?”