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     ‘    son of a FUCKING BITCH !   ’  hands drop & flail at a simultaneous pace, anger bursting through the fort of his teeth for he cannot believe it’s happening to him again. g o d , why the fuck did he choose the subway again ? this is all father’s fault. he should’ve let him take the car in lieu of ------ of this. fingers splay aside, heels of tainted shoes knock hard against the tiles.  ‘   i have had ENOUGH of this shithole.   ’  he roars & turns toward the boy.   ‘    think this is funny ?   ’

        ‘    sucks to be you.   ’   vincent smiles, his mouth speaks loftiness as though its second skin.   ‘  y’should probably move somewhere higher. or higher. if you can afford it ‘course.   ’

      ‘    i would’ve HATED It.   ’  vincent clappers, dead-pan. ‘  i’d much prefer my vacations to be PRIVATE. the view all to myself with none of those annoying senator’s pricks out & about.    ’

‘ are you wishing for an advice ? wrong person to ask, little girl. i don’t necessarily attend to ludicrous thanksgiving celebrations as they’re mostly a waste of time. parents are shit & you should be able to dodge them altogether. ’

   ‘        i didn’t go to the party nor the fair. it was too tacky for my tastes.   ’   frankly the discomfort of being rounded up in the midst of strange & rambunctious individuals has elicited enough disgust for vincent to not even bother with it. he prefers the solitude at home. lonely but less irritating. ‘   how’s your birthday so far, little girl?    ’

       ‘     oh. i did. but your loud voice was enough to penetrate through them. have you ever tried listening to yourself? i mean. look at you. going off on a mini rant just because a stranger told you to be quiet. people don’t usually take this much offense unless what’s been said is true.    ’  vincent has never had an issue with being blunt and mean ----- it delivers the message faster.   ‘    no. take my money. save some more up to fix your annoying voice perhaps.   ’

     oh. how endearing. vincent leads a bussiness of his own & he’s had a fair share of people coming up to him acting as if they were the toughest in the club. this one looks easy to rattle & his big figure would give the young owner advantages ----- people would likely believe him more if he needed to play the victim card later.    ‘     this is a cafe. if you wanted to learn how to spell your book you should have gone to the library.   ’   he shoots back.   ‘   or kindergarten. take my money so you can learn some manners again.   ’

      vincent is already irritated & this guy’s calm composure isn’t soothing down his annoyance either. though he guesses there’s some truth to his words ----- it’d be so easy to just walk away but the problem is, vincent burns is way too petty & cocky to walk away.    ‘     i’d rather stay here.    ’ he looks over at the male, face scrunched as if his eyes were taking him whole. maybe they are.   ‘    think you can help me shoo them away?    ’

    drawn out heaves, blade like eyes & piercing through self-inflicted commotion brewing inches from his peaked nose ------ he knows peace is implausible in such a turbulent corner but oh he wishes the other could just sew up their mouth. this is the only coffee shop with tolerable food & it woud’ve been perfect if it weren’t for these rambunctious imbeciles.    ‘    i’ll pay ten bucks if you shut the fuck up.     ’

   vincent made sure he wouldn’t miss even a second of his show though he didn’t want to look too eager ---- while scanty flesh was exposed he kept his distance yet his gaze never lingered away from the stage. he knows he’s chosen the right person to impress him for the rest of the night. he was spectacular up there. a smile tweaks & twists when icarus approaches him.   ‘    quite well.    ’ he admits, trying to hide the shiver running through his spine at the touch. he recoils just a bit, just wanting to make sure he could conceal the tinge of arousal.   ‘    is it my turn then?   ’

    vincent nods at the suggestion. he wouldn’t mind waiting a little for this ---- the boy is a looker & he knows he’s going to do his job well. definitely worth waiting for. ‘    fair enough, icarus. come find me here when you’re all ready.   ’ he says, taking a step back a to find himself a spot to sit as he waits.

although vincent thoroughly enjoys a private dance it isn’t something he does as often while he’s here ------ the handsome bite in other male’s words still flatters him & it’s enough to elevate a grin.   ‘    vincent.    ’ he says as simply as he possibly could.  ‘   what’s yours?   ’

     takes a moment to response but soon a smile breaks through skinny lips & vincent chastes his enthusiasm with a long winded smile.  ‘    absolutely. think i could get a private dance or two or do you not do that?    ’ he asks & it’s as blunt as the edges of his wallet. he’ll never forgo the opportunity to see his favorites up close --- especially when he’s got the cash for it.