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8.

The next time he and Alastor have drinks, the stubborn prick still doesn't say a word. All the interaction they do is exchange pleasantries in the radio station's hallways so they don't seem like psychos not speaking a word and leaving together.

Vincent suspects that Alastor is keeping quiet about their time together, as his girlfriend seems to always either not be in work those days, or go leave before him assuming Alastor has to work late - as much as Vincent can tell. Not like he could ask the man about it... Being led around with Alastor picking a different bar each time and Vincent having to pay for both of their drinks. Meanwhile the man doesn't even as much as acknowledges his existence - it makes Vincent harder than he has ever been by the end of the night.

It surprises him and he would never admit to it, but the way Alastor looks at him almost disgusted and cold, does something to him. Vincent has always been the to lead and make decisions - be it his employees, the people he tries to manage into a steady group, or the girls he usually has for a night and then dismisses. He dictates the way things move forward, he tells them how it will go (disguising it as a proposition), and if they talk back he shuts them off with a threatening look. It's how things go, or rather how they used to go before this mean-looking shortie next to him with a sharp tongue and an attitude enough for two.

Hanging around a new speakeasy every time seems like a precaution so regulars don't recognise the regularity of their meetings. Also the silence between them can be written off as one rough night.

The odds of having him join his community are slimming little by little every time Alastor looks at him condescendingly. Vincent loves it, he wants more of it, and at this point, he is happy with any attention, or rather the lack of it, the man is willing to give him. Sipping his drink with these thoughts, he is shaken up by Alastor suddenly speaking up, startling him. Vincent nearly chokes on his drink as he looks up all surprised and coughing. "Sorry, you said something? Or... am I imagining things? Erm... I am only talking to you because I just thought... please don't leave."

"I said, I appreciate to finally have someone who knows how to keep their mouth shut, but it seems like I spoke too soon, you are incompetent to even stay in silence." Alastor cuts him off, looking at Vincent with those impossibly brown and distant eyes of his, looking as unimpressed as ever. He is so adorable when he is annoyed.

"Jesus, you are the one who talked to me first, no need to be an asshole about me replying." He talks back because he cannot help himself from wanting to get the man angrier. Maybe he can even get him to choke him a little if he goes far enough...

"You are a literal nobody and you deserve to be treated like one." Alastor's words drip with venom and condescension as he turns back to his drink, patting his pocket probably for some cigarettes.

"That's it baby, keep talking dirty to me," Vincent says seductively moving his eyebrows up and down. But of course, he is only joking. Right?

Alastor's eyes go wide and he seems to be frozen for a moment, a new reaction unlocked for Vincent. Then his eyes narrow and darken in a way Vincent also has never seen before, a murderous danger behind the mask of forced calmness. "I will fucking kill you if you do as much as try to make fun of me again."

Vincent feels himself shiver because he can tell he means it, and it turns him on for some insane reason. He nods obediently and goes back to his drink, hoping Alastor won't notice his pants getting as tight as they come, making him shift around awkwardly. Alastor groans, downing the remnants of his drink, then waves to the waiter to bring another round. Oh, this is new too, he usually never stays for another drink. Maybe it's a reward for him for not talking back again - or he just wants to get shitfaced to forget about this interaction.

Either way, it's perfect for Vincent.