Vincent had a routine when he went to a club. Talk to people, smile, be charming, get them to buy you a drink. Talk to someone else, flirt, get them to sneak you something fun under the table. Wash, rinse, repeat. Do it until you’re tripped out enough for your liking, and then ignore everyone for the rest of the night.
That was typical. Tonight wasn’t typical. Something that someone had slipped to him had him feeling particularly social. “You smell good,” he commented, rather loudly, in the ear of the stranger he was currently hanging off of. The guy didn’t seem super engaged in him, but he wasn’t pushing him off, and he seemed more amused than anything, which Vincent took as a good enough sign. “What are you doing la-- oh, hi!” A familiar face approached, and he let go of his new friend long enough to greet them. He stumbled just a little as he closed the small distance between them, giving them a friendly slap on the back. “Fancy seein’ you here. You look nice.”