Vincent walked in with fast, yet unsure, pace and headed towards the bar. He was wearing a a plain, black t-shirt, dark denim jeans, a black leather jacket and brown boots. Probably a nice outfit, if it weren't for the fact that it was overly worn and unwashed. At least he wasn't smelly. The bartender brought him the usual, a glass of 12 years old Glenlivet, and pointed him to the table where Titanium was chatting up one of the new guys around. Apparently that guy was looking for Vincent.
He took his drink, certainly not the first of the evening nor the last, and walked towards the table. He sat down without saying a word and sized the new guy up for a few minutes, apparently wanting something from him.
Well, what are you waiting for? Out with it.
He took a long sip out of his Scotch and waited for some kind of answer.
