Vincent Kane

“I was going to the strip club. My favorite dancer is gonna be there tonight.” He pulled out his phone to double check the the time then turned back to his new drinking buddy “Don’t worry they have all types of dancers for whatever tickles your pickle.”

“I think I know the place,“ he said rolling his eyes. There was never a time as a beat cop that he wasn’t called out to a strip club within the city. “Listen man, I’m straight.“ Vincent didn’t know why but he felt the need to get that out in the open. “And I’m pretty vanilla... But I’m down if you’re down. Ready?“

She jumped for joy “Oh, 100% we’re going to mop the floor with these moms.” Esther agreed. “And when we win drinks are on me. I’m Esther by the way.”

“If that’s the best I can get, I’ll take it.“ Vincent laughed at her phrasing. “I’m Jai. So Esther am I going to get a chance to see your claws during this? Never ran with a animal shifter before.“

“No, I’m not that drun-”  He burped, “drunk, I live in the condos a few blocks from here I’m good.” Jin sighed heavily while running his finger through his hair “Why aren’t you drinking?” 

“Right,“ Vincent shook his head barely containing his laughter. He looked down at his freshly made drink then back at the stranger.  “I just got here. This is only drink number three and it’ll take a lot more than that to put me on my ass. Where were you planning on escaping to anyways?“

@park

Vendors? Check. Volunteers? Check. Mud? Check. Esther was going down her checklist and it wasn’t until she looked at the participants with their partners that she recognized her mistake. Everyone had a partner except her. What kind of teacher would she be if she didn’t run? Plus she could never pass up the opportunity to get dirty. Esther ran up to the person closest to her “Can you be my partner for the Mud Run?” She pleaded “Please, it’ll be fun and it’s for a good cause.” 

Vincent stood on the sidelines glaring at Patch and Inez, Douglas and Winston, Churchill and Robert, D.W. and Greta, Sirius and Natasha. Everyone partnered up and left him out. Arthur had bailed earlier once he found out he wouldn’t be partnered with Greta, unintentionally messing with the flow and leaving Vincent partnerless. Shamelessly he jumped when a quick spoken girl popped out of nowhere and started speaking. He only caught the ending but put two and two together. “Ummm, yeah? Sure...”

Greta made a face as she set down the last shot. “Are you trying to get me wasted?”

“If I was trying I wouldn’t be subtle about it.“ Vincent winked, signalling the bartender over and ordering them both another round of shots. “Do you want to get wasted?“

Kate turned around surprised. “Oh, I didn’t know the first was from you.”

“It was,“ Vincent chuckled. “You work down at the precinct, right? I sworn I seen you before.“

“Come on, let me buy you another drink.“

Tell us about your other jobs in the past (can be in list, story, or para form). Please note that these are not in any specific order but random jobs that Vincent have held during his near 200 years in Chicago. Some of them he has held multiple times throughout the years. 

Internal Affairs (Current 2021) (Multiple Times)

Lieutenant of Police (Most Recent/End 02/2021) (Multiple Times)

Forensic Detective

Homicide Detective (Multiple Times)

Computer Crime Investigator

Correctional Officer

Probation Officer (Current/Part-Time/Supernaturals Only) (Multiple Times)

Fish and Game Warden

Narcotics Detective (Multiple Times)

“Not sure I should remind you.”

“That gives me free right to ask for whatever I want.“

“But who could be impartial enough?”

“I’m sure I can get someone out to appraise them.“

“Are you getting scared?”

“No. We’re tied. I rather play the whole game for money than I lousy 20 bucks on one ball.“

“Mine is better. Objectively.”

“But we’re not going to agree on this, are we?”

“We may need a third party.“

Jim stared at the man, not giving away his utter lack if confusion. “And what were the exact aspects of the deal on our end. She seemed to be a little vague on the details.” Jim took a sip of his black coffee and a bite of his toast. “I’m presuming that these faces won’t be discarded, correct?”

“Max has the tendency to do that does she,“ Vincent stated. He had put down his fork and used his napkin to wipe off his hands before picking up his drink. “No more rat in any precinct. They’re off limits. She mentioned something about giving a little to get a little. Once you’ve confirmed that its not a joke we can talk about the rats trying to get Sirius location. Sirius, Churchill and my place residents should be add as off limits too.“