#tp:starters

“So then I said to the bouncer, ‘Where’s your ID, ugly?’ That’s where I got this scar.”

"Wait! Wait! You wouldn’t hit a guy with glasses, would you?“

“if you were at lunch alone, how come it cost you fifty three dollars?”

“Are you about to go do something illegal? Count me in.”

"It’s three in the morning and i’m bored and you’re the only one awake. Do ya wanna break into a gas station store?”

Vincent cannot believe that record stores like this even exist. He had stumbled upon this hole in the wall where vintage vinyls were sold for dirt cheap. Like a kid in a candy store, he decided to spend the rest of his paycheck on as many records that he could find. His eyes widen when he spots a record by his favorite band, scrambling over to grab it only to realize that the other customer in the store had touched it at the same time. In an almost comical way, Vincent pulls it towards him before looking at her with a frown, “I saw it first!”

Even on his night off, Vincent finds himself serving alcohol to a group of strangers. This time, he was at some house party where some amateur was mixing up some disgusting cocktails. For the sake of everyone at the party, he volunteered to take over. Feeling the presence of someone standing next to him, Vincent doesn’t even look up before asking: “What can I make you?” 

Vincent’s eyes scan the club as he absently wipes down spilled alcohol on the counter. The crowd tonight was pretty decent, people watching would always be interesting when everyone else was drunk and you were sober. When a woman approaches him, he turns his attention to her and smiles, “what can I get ya?”