The Usual {Vincent}

[Bridget Shine]

Despite being a vampire, Bridget still had to go in while the sun was in the sky today. Granit, it was low in the sky but it didn’t make the pink haired woman any happier. At that moment her gift of shadow walking really came in handy and she was more than happy she escaped most of the fleeting light in the sky. That had been hours ago and the sun had long since set. Taking an extra shift wasn’t the most fun in the world but it got her a little extra cash. In all honesty, she had been hoping something interesting would have happened in her hours behind the bar.

Sadly, nothing seemed to peak her interest as she spent her time mixing and pouring drinks for those who continued to come and go. Though, the group of celebrating lycans doing shots in the corner had been rather entertaining for a bit. Now they’re wolf whistle to any moving female, save for the vampires, in the place was getting rather annoying. Not to mention that deep seeded hate seemed to show itself whenever she had to refill their shots or large mugs of beer. It’s not like she could kick them out just yet though so she was stuck with them for the moment.

Sighing, she looked to the door for a moment hoping someone would pass through but no such luck. Only after tending to a customer on the far side of the place did she hear the ring. Looking over at the door a small grin came to her lips as she noted the familiar figure. “Hey V,” She nodded in greeting, her eyes casually looking the man up and down before turning to the booze behind the bar. “The usual?” Bridget questioned, hanging back for a moment in case he wanted to change things up, “What brings you here on this fantastic night?” Her signature sarcasm leaking into the word ‘fantastic’ as she spoke.

[.:|Vincent|:.]

Vincent passed under the street lights, their flickering lights seeming darkened even with the fluorescent lighting that tried to penetrate the darkness that enveloped the street of Hollowhill at night. Even during the days, there seemed to be an unnatural darkness that hovered above the East Coast city....one could say maybe it was even a supernatural darkness.

As he walked he passed by many of the denizens that stalked the roads during dusk. Sparking up a cigarette he watched as the light from the flame reflected eerily off the eyes of a man he passed. "A bright sheen...werewolf then"he assumed, scoffing at the sight of them shaking his head as he inhaled the smoke that might one day claim his life continuing his trek. He was on his way to a small bar that held specific memories for him. Some good, but mostly platonic recently, not completely sure how he feels about it. The bar that he had met a specific someone that once held importance in his life, but was stolen by the supes, just like everything else in the world.

Vincent was getting tired of the endless amount of supernatural cases that have been popping up as of late. Head strong Werewolves who start street fights that turn into blood baths, hungry Vampires that lost the control that they believed that they had so much control over. Shaking his head free of the thoughts he pushed the door open to the bar and looked up to see the small grin that he knew oh so well. Bridget the bartender, calling him by a nickname she had embraced of times long past, asking if it was his usual for the night. As he entered, a certain amount of whispers stopped immediatly as gleaming eyes shifted to his, quiet whispers becoming almost not audible at all.

"I told you not to call me that anymore"he said gruffly looking away from her not ordering anything and probably expecting something anyway. Fidgeting around unnervingly, he sat down on the farthest stool as far away from everyone as he could, making sure that his back was to the wall, taking note to the small gathering of werewolves eye him with angst and a sort of need to show their loyalty, but not acting upon anything as of yet. "I'm not here for pleasantries" Vincent followed up moving his eyes back to Bridget, or so it seemed. If payed close enough attention he was actually looking past her, never making eye contact.

[Bridget Shine]

As the once rowdy atmosphere was crushed by a single individual making his way in, it almost seemed like Bridget hadn’t noticed. Her expression never wavered, nor did her confident position behind the bar. After all, she had gotten used to his intimidating appearance long ago. Even if lately she hadn’t seen much of it. A mischievous grin came to her lips as her body started moving around the bar getting together the drink he never verbally asked for. Coming to stand next to him she placed it down, the grin still in place, “I could always call you Vinny.” The grin slid into a smirk as she fully remembered how much the man before her hated that nickname in particular.

Raising an eyebrow she popped a hand on her hip while she stood beside him, glancing around the bar. “Well, you might not want to give pleasantries but that doesn’t mean I can’t be civil.” Bridget replied, nearly teasingly as her eyes fell on him. Looking him in the eye she noticed his attention was on her but at the same time it wasn’t. Vincent wasn’t focusing on her like a normal person would when they tried to engage in a conversation. Letting a small sigh slip from her lips she had learned months ago this was how it was going to be. That didn’t mean she had to be happy about it go.

Not touching on that particular subject she looked away from him. Looking into the crowded bar always seemed to ease her a bit; maybe it was the familiar sight? Who knew but it was working well enough at the moment. “So…” Bridget said, drawing out the small word for a moment or two. “If you’re not here for pleasantries, which I completely expected you to be-” Once again her signature sarcasm glided into the last half the sentence. “What do you want?” Her voice dropped a bit quieter as curiosity filled it. At least she knew when Vincent did happen to drop in he’d always have something interesting he was dealing with.

[.:|Vincent|:.]

Ignoring the leers and scowls that were shifted his way, he took a handful of the drink that was placed in front of him and sipped from it slightly letting the liquor settle on his lips, numbing them briefly. Letting out a sharp fume of air from his nose in response to her sarcasm he shook his head slightly as she took a spot next to him standing. He attempted to not shoot brief glances in her direction as he sat for a moment in silence but his body had still not gotten over the movements that they used to do everyday. 

"Nothing in particular......just making sure this rabble wasnt causing any trouble for the neighborhood," Vincent said making a notion towards the troubled group behind them with his head. "Had a call of complaint.......nothing more" he finished up peeling his eyes from her vicinity and locking them back to his forward looking position taking another quick sip of his drink.

"How are things running.....you know....business and all....i guess." trying to make some sort of small talk but failing exponentially. He wasn't the most social person in the world, and it was very obviously showing right now. "Also....do you know this guy..." he said flicking a picture out onto the bar counter at her that he pulled out of his jacket. "If you don't, you don't need to find out or anything....just a question." Vince spoke awkwardly squirming in his seat a bit but not so obvious that everyone could see it happening. 

Drinking more of his drink he shook his head at himself a bit. "I don't even know why i try anymore...." he thought to himself. 

[Bridget Shine]

For a few moments Bridget allowed herself to look at Vincent before she started feeling a certain thirst in the back of her throat. The thirst that drew her eyes to the veins in his neck for the briefest of seconds before she casually let her eyes fade from him. She’d be damned if she let him see the monster she had become, then again, she was already the living dead, it couldn’t get much worse than that. All over a few drops of blood too. A few drops of wonderful, warm- ’Nope, not going there.’ She thought; as she drew a small breathe before looking towards the group of lycans.

Why they had decided to come when a vampire was on shift that night was beyond her. After all, there were lycan bartenders at this place and usually the type of people who came in here depended on who was working. “No trouble yet, I’d expect some soon if I have to cut them off.” She said with a small shrug. Though she didn’t notice it as she looked over the group her eyes narrowed spitefully, her lips set in a grim line. That hatred that was imbedded in her new DNA was shining through, even if it was just in the subtle shifts of her expression.

The sound of Vincent’s voice drew her out of her moment of emotion, her eyes blinking a bit as she glanced down at him before beginning to clean up a little. “Life is life. Laughter, pain and all.” Bridget replied shortly, trying to brush off the question. She’d rather not talk about how she seemed to feel her bed was rather empty at night, even months after. Nor did she care to mention how the walks to work were far quieter, nearly creepy when she roamed around the back allies. Besides, she knew how much he hated small talk. Even if she didn’t it was fairly evident in the way he began fidgeting, still she knew she had to be polite, “How goes it for you?”

At his ‘also’ Bridget looked up from the countertop she was currently wiping down, an eyebrow cocked. A slim finger reached over to the picture and dragged it closer to herself. Taking a small break from her work her eyes scanned over the photo. She was drawing a blank until a brief flicker of realization flashed in her eyes, “Seems familiar. I know someone who might have a name. I’ll be back in a minute.” She said quickly before sliding out into the bar, moving to the opposite corner. From there she started chatting up an older vampire, adding some casual flirting movements before slipping the picture to him.

While she had her back turned to the crowd and focused on the shady character in front of her the group of werewolves seemed change their attitude about the place. Glancing between each other they slowly nodded before getting up and waltzing over to Vincent. “Human trash in the bar? I can live with that.” He bent over, slurring his words. “You’re worse than trash. You got my brother arrested and now you’re dead.” While finishing his sentence he bent over and grabbed Vincent by the collar, cocking an arm and aiming a punch for his face. Having heard the start of his poorly planned speech, Bridget turned and shook her head, a scowl evident on her lips. ’Those mutts are gonna die.’

[.:|Vincent|:.]

It was extremely hard not to make eye contact with the person that you were talking to. No matter how much you hated or love them. It was human nature. But as Vincent's eyes rose from his glass to the blue orbs that were locked on his neck. The sheen in Bridget's eyes was anything but human though. It was all instinctual, full of lust and hunger. A pang of guilt struck him briefly as he let his view float away from hers, before she notice that he had caught onto her instinct, whether she controlled it or not. 

Shrugging at her words he spoke morosely, "Recently seems to be more pain lov...." he ended catching himself on the end of the word. Bypassing it quickly he opened his mouth again, "Things are things. The supernatural problem gets larger by the day with no end in sight..." ending his words looking down to his hand, twisting a gold ring on his ring finger nervously. Shooting his eyes up quickly after she mentioned potentially knowing someone who would offer up a name his mouth spat out "No...Bridge i told you that you don't have..." but she was already moving. 

"Blimey...." Turning back to his glass he heard a rabble of footsteps approach behind him, one man coughing in an attempt to make his presence known. Ignoring the sound he focused on the tv, but sadly he wasn't really allowed to. 

A firm hand grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around speaking some nonsense about how he had gotten his brother arrested. "Look mate," he began as he was grabbed by the collar, "I'm all for a fair fight.....so you might want to go get some more of your fuzzy friends" he commented snidely. Just as he finished his sentence he saw the fist ball and rolled his eyes as it flew at his face. Sighing, the wolfs fist collided with his cheek bone, landing firmly enough to cut the skin open and draw a fresh flow of crimson from his face. 

"For fucks sake....." he grunted. Glancing over to the wolf who stared down with "manly" vigor Vincent flashed a smile "Well.....for the queen and all" he said shrugging grabbing his glass firmly in one hand he swung with a blazing speed and shattered the cup over the head of the man holding him firmly by the shirt at first, but the hold slackened as the mans eyes rolled into his head and fell unconscious, head bouncing off the wooden floor with a dull thud.

Wiping a hand on his face to clear the blood but only managing to smear it he looked towards the remaining men "Well come on then" he chided sniffling once before motioning with both hands for them to come at him.

[Bridget Shine]

Their small exchange was getting more awkward by the second it seemed. Trying to shush her normal talkative patterns wasn’t helping. Nor was his small way to address her, even if it was part of his culture the half spoken word stung a bit. Not enough for Bridget to let it slide past her calm exterior as she took up cleaning. However, a small laugh did bubble past her lips as she looked up at him, shaking her head lightly. “Really now? In a city with large portion of its population being supernatural you’d think it’d be declining at a fierce rate.” Bridget said sarcastically, smiling a bit.

As the conversation moved on and the picture came into light she looked at it curiously. He was such a funny man, expecting her not to get involved when he asked her things. You’d honestly think he would have learned by now. Still, as she moved to go talk to the man in the back corner of the bar she caught the end of his words. Turning to glance over her shoulder, giving him a ‘It’ll be fine’ smile before turning back to face the task again. Of course, she didn’t get far into that task before something else took hold of her attention away from speeding up the process of the man’s memory that was next to her. In fact it stole the attention of the whole bar.

Standing back for a moment, leaning against the back wall of the bar she shook her head as she watched the werewolves close in around Vince. 'Stupid ass mutts are in for a wakeup call…' She thought idly as she took in the scene before her. Giving very little reaction as it started to play out, Bridget only winced slightly as the wolf’s fist collided with Vincent’s face making a dark red line appear on his cheek. Swallowing uncomfortably she tried to focus on the scent of alcohol surrounding her instead of the coppery sent that was somehow piercing through the room.

By the time her eyes lifted back to the scene she watched as the lead wolf took charge and nearly launched himself at Vincent, aiming for another blow to the face and possibly looking to knee him in the stomach soon after by the stance his feet were taking. Shaking her head, Bridget began weaving her way through the crowd that was starting to form around them, making sure to keep an eye on Vincent as she did. While still quite a few feet away she watched as a second wolf, his claws growing out, go at Vincent from the side. No doubt to try to disarm his left side in the most painful way possible.

[.:|Vincent|:.]

Lycans were extremely hard headed, especially when there were in a group. It seemed as though they fed off of each others testosterone, if they even had they manly fuel anymore since they technically weren't "Human" anymore. Anyway, he had found himself in a little bit of a pickle. Granted he was able to take the first one by surprise, but the likely hood that he was going to be able to fool all of them in the same way was extremely low.

The first one moved forward, and he was quite slow even with their supposed enhanced speed and reflexes. Able to easily sidestep the punch, he brought both forearms down to block the knee to the stomach that still managed to lift him a bit, knocking the air from his lungs and pushing him back. If the speed wasn't true, the strength sure as hell was.

As he felt his feet feel solid ground once more he felt the brace of the bar rest against his back. "Silver?" he asked wondering if the fork he had happened to place his hand on was made of the damaging material. His original intent was to attack the animal that had lunged at him to begin with, but he saw a blur out of the corner of his eye. "Now THAT one was fast" he thought to himself as he turned his body to try and repel an attack.

Swinging his arm down he watched the Lycan's own arm punch forward, and his eyes widened. Catching a glimpse of the claws that stretched well out past the mans fingers thrust towards his chest he felt the fork connect with skull, pulling it out and trying to take one more stab before feeling a sharp thud in his breast. Not bothering to look down before he jammed the fork back down this time breaking bone and flesh alike. The Lycan's skin began to burn, bubbling in spots but the blow had knocked him unconscious, and potentially even dead depending on how much damage the monster could take.

The rest of the attackers looked in disbelief and then scrambled their way out the door as fast as possible as Vincent flopped down, sliding down the side of the bar slouching his posture. "Ahhhh fuck...." he said, the adrenaline causing his hands to shake slightly. He kept his eyes to the ceiling, not even WANTING to glance down to see the damage. Everyone who knew anything about the supernatural knew what happened when a wolf's claws or teeth broke your skin. Game over man....Game over.