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

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It was the middle of the day when the bistro was about to close, Vincent walks into the freezer, locking it behind him. It was bloody. Blood on the floor and on some of the appliances, mostly the meat grinder. He walked over to the back, grabbing a container of meat. A huge container. I'll clean up after hours, Vincent thought.

He set the container on a flat surface. He was going to cook the meat later for Rody, a surprise meal for him. He smirked to himself as he thought of how innocent the gesture seemed but what the surprise was wasn't. All Rody will know is that it's meat from an animal. Vincent chuckled and turned to walk out, his smirk turned back into a straight line. Cold expression as always.

Soon, the time came. The chefs had left and Rody stayed to wipe off tables. Vincent cooked Rody a steak. It was wrapped up so it didn't get dirty while Rody drove his bike. Rody walked into the kitchen with a wide smile. It was the first day Rody didn't have people leave on him. It was great.

"Hey, there's some leftovers I want to give you." He pushed the wrapped up plate into Rody's hands without Rody being able to register first.

Rody took the plate once he realized. "Oh! Thanks?" He said I'm more of question way than anything. Vincent smiled then clasped his hands together. He looked extremely happy which was rare for him. Rody smiled back, confused but glad Vincent was in a good mood. "I appreciate this!" Rody spoke up after a moment of silence.

"You're welcome!" Vincent's smile widened. He was happy. He was going to prove Rody that he did put love into his food. He grinned now at the thought. "I hope you enjoy it."

Rody seemed to get a bit nervous at that comment. "Haha, yeah!" He nodded then turned to walk away. "See you Monday, Vince."

"Vincent." He corrected. "But, yes, see you." He waved as Rody walked off, chuckling lowly. He felt excited. He knew exactly how he was going to end the night as well, even if it means he might run into Rody again...
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Vincent got dressed up. Sadly, his favorite outfit was washing so he had to settle for something else. A similar outfit. A black, thigh length, strapy back, silk dress with black silk knee highs and black heels. His hair styled femininely, Smokey black eyeshadow, and nude lipstick. He felt good.

He went back to that same bar, that same seat, and the same drink. A wine in his hand as he took small sips. He still was a lightweight so he didn't drink heavy most times. It usually took him two-four glasses until he started feeling the alcohol effect.

He sighed as he looked around, not noticing Rody. Maybe Rody decided not to come? Why am I looking for him anyway? Vincent thought. He looked down at the bar, the wood where his arms leaned on. The stool was uncomfortable, wooden as well without a cushion on top to feel more comfortable. He took another sip of his wine. About a quarter of it was gone, slowly drinking more.

Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Excuse me?" A familiar voice said behind Vincent. Vincent knew who it was and he smiled at that.

He turned his head. He cleared his throat and spoke in a soft voice that wasn't as masculine sounding but you could tell it wasn't feminine. "Yes?" That's when he saw Rody.

Rody was dressed in a white shirt, multi colored button up, jeans, and white shoes. His hair was a little messy but it was cute. He smiled widely as Vincent turned to him. "Hey, I was wandering why someone like you comes here alone?" He raised an eyebrow as he moved to the stool beside Vincent.

Vincent looked down at Rody's outfit, something he's not use to seeing Rody wear. Well, he wasn't used to seeing Rody wear anything besides Rody's waiter outfit. He looked back at Rody's face as Rody spoke. He giggled and turned with Rody as Rody sat down. "You say that to every girl you see at the bar?" He raised an eyebrow. For some reason, this was exactly what Vincent wanted, but he was even sure why he wanted it. Maybe it was nice to toy with someone.

Rody shook his head and chuckled. "No ma'am." He leaned against the bar, he had a beer in his hand that he placed down in front of him. "So, why are you here alone? No lovers or partners?"

The way he said 'no ma'am' made Vincent's heart beat faster, he liked hearing that for some reason. This was all confusing to Vincent. He smirked. "Now... Why should I tell you? How do I know you're not going to try to kidnap me or something?" He tilted his head to the side.

Rody laughed a bit at that, shaking his head again. "Don't worry about that, I ride a bike everywhere. Don't think I can take someone without being spotted or without that person immediately getting away." His smile softened as he looked in Vincent's eyes.