Vince gets pranked, believing it's Liv fucking with him but he soon learns that it's ghostface.
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Vince stumbled out of the bar, clutching that bottle of Jack Daniels he stole from the bar before he was kicked out. He popped it open and took a messy swig of the alcoholic beverage before standing over towards his car and he leaned against his car and took a long swig of the whiskey, letting it burn his throat as he welcomed the liquor down his throat. He could only hear crickets chirping and the sirens of the police cruisers as he skimmed the parking lot before taking another large gulp of his whiskey bottle until a shadow swooped by and Vince and he spun around, squinting. "The fuck?" He said, his voice was incoherent as he brushed it off and rose the bottle of whiskey to his lips and chugged more down until his phone pings in his pockets and he put the bottle of whiskey down on the hood of his car and pulled his phone out and opened the message. It was from Liv.
Vince rolled his eyes, taking his time with it as he began to type until she called him and his eyes closed slightly in frustration before he answered the call.
"I told you I'd see you soon sweetheart," Vince grinned, having that same disgusting smirk he wore until it was silent on the other line. "Hello?" Vince paused before letting out a sigh, sort of guilt flashing his drunken features. "I miss you okay?" Vince slurred, still nothing on the other line, sighing once more. "Sweetheart, please say something."
"𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞?" Vince's face formed into a look of confusion as he heard a voice modulator that he specifically told her to never use on him. "Sweetheart, are you fucking with me?"
"𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢 𝐚𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭."
Vince double checked the contact despite in his drunken state of mind, something felt wrong about this. "This is Liv, right?"
"𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞?"
"Are you home?" Vince asked, putting the whiskey back up to his lips and chugging it. "𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭." Vince rolled his eyes as he climbed off the hood of his car.
"Alright, fine." He sighed as he downed the rest of the whiskey and threw it at the concrete letting it shatter before he got in his car and slammed the door shut, leaning back against his seat, putting his phone on speaker, eyes focused on his phone. "So, what do you wanna know doll, I'm like an open book."
Vince furrowed his eyebrows. "What are you talking about?"
"𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝."
Vince pursed his lips angrily at the nickname before scrolling up google and he put in his mother's full name on the search bar and his eyes widened as he saw in an article.
Chills ran down his spine as he continued to scroll through the article seeing several clippings of his uncle having been deceased for 25 years.
His breath stood still, his hands trembled as he dropped the phone in the cup holder.
Shakily pulling the key out of the ignition and climbing out of his car, leaving his phone in the cup holder terribly afraid, all his confidence began to evaporate until a hand grabbed Vince and he screamed.
Liv pulled off the mask, grinning at vince
"That's not funny,"
Liv rolled her eyes and batted her lashes at him before she gently placed her arms around his neck gently. "You're right, it's not, I'm sorry baby." She hummed before pressing a kiss to his lips as they had a little make out session until she pulled away to catch some air, smirking as Vince still was on edge after reading that article and her scaring him.
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