" Let's paint the floor red || Rody x Vincent || Dead Plate "

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Vincent's guilty pleasure. Cross dressing. His favorite outfit was a long red dress with a high slit that went up to his thigh on the left, red heels, red lipstick, styled feminine short hair, fishnets. Which he was wearing now. Vincent had headed to a small bar that wasn't that popular, it was in the more rundown neighborhood but Vincent didn't care.

As long as he didn't spot anyone he knew. He didn't want anyone he knew knowing he cross dressed, though he loved it. But, as much as he loved it, it would probably ruin his reputation. Considering he lives in the 1960s and there was still quite a few people that were against this type of stuff.

Vincent crossed to the actual bar, sitting down on the wooden stool in front of it. He was near the corner. He singled the bartended over then waited til the bartended came over, ordering some wine. Wine was his favorite alcohol despite being a lightweight. He lifted the glass then took a sip, sighing softly.

He needed a drink after the week he had, dealing with this new waiter. Rody. Clumsy and almost always late.  He had many tables leave this week because Rody was being clumsy, of course, and slow. It was a mess. Very stressful. A drink is just what he needed.

He quickly finished off his wine glass, sighing. He heard the bar door open, turning his head to see who was walking in. And, with Vincent's luck, it was his waiter. Rody. Of course it fucking had to be Rody, of course Rody lived on this side of town. Maybe Rody won't notice him?

He ordered another wine glass, just hoping to keep his head down though he clearly stood out in such a low class place with his outfit. He waited for his drink as he saw Rody sit on the other side of the bar, thankfully. Maybe Vincent will be able to drink in peace, though the reason he was drinking was a few seats away.

This bar didn't seem all that popular, not many people. Probably around at least 15 people were in the bar. Not crowded or cramped, it was nice. He got his next glass after a few minutes. That's another thing he liked, he didn't have to wait a ridiculous amount of time for one glass.

He took a huge sip of the wine, looking over to see if Rody has noticed him or not. Which, shit, Rody was looking right at him. He quickly looked away, finishing off his wine really quickly. He gestured the bartender over, giving him cash to pay for the two wine glasses. It was really cheap, Vincent wasn't used to that.

He got up from his seat, taking one last look at Rody. Rody was ordering a drink. Perfect time to slip away before Rody notices him or notices it's his boss in this outfit. He walked to the door and got out, taking a deep breath of fresh air. He felt a little lightheaded but it was probably from the drinks. Even though he only had two. He waited to see if a taxicab is coming and when he finally saw one, he gestured at it, hoping it didn't already have someone in it. He wanted to head home, immediately.