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11.

After the show some of the radio crew and Vincent arm in arm with Chrissy make their way to a speakeasy the girls recommended. Alastor ignores him - of course - but Vincent does not give up he tries to sit close to him when they get to the establishment. His efforts get sabotaged though as Alastor's little whore gets in between them to Vincent's annoyance. He still tries to strike up a conversation with the very dismissive man, only getting sharp comments from him. The night goes on, and finally, Vincent finds an opportunity to be alone with Alastor, while the two girlfriends chat at the bar.

"No need to be such a sissy, Alastor. I know you feel something towards me too, and your weak attempts to hide it only make it all the more obvious" he grins unashamed, knowing how it makes the man's blood boil, even if he pretends not to listen as he sips his drink looking at his girlfriend absentmindenly.

Finally, he replies, but it comes out low, almost like a growl "Seems to me you don't value your life too much, Vincent."

"Ah, he talks, what a relief. Your empty threats don't really do it for me, maybe you should do something. But we both know I am stronger and that you are too much of a pussy to try anything." He laughs, enjoying to pull on Alastor's strings in public. He probably wouldn't try it if they were fully alone, as no matter the difference in strength, he is scary.

"You are so fucking stupid it hurts. I won't give you the satisfaction of telling you what I will do to you, because I know it will make you hard. And you don't deserve even that much." Alastor scoffs sarcastically then gets up, tossing his glass on the table.

"Wait, Alastor. I actually wanted to talk to you, about the other night..."

Alastor glares at him, almost as if daring him to continue. Vincent half expects him to tackle him and start to strangle him right then and there if he does go on. (Which is not strictly a bad thing?)

He gulps, the radio man has such a commanding air to him that it makes it difficult for him to think, to say he still wants to be friends, to forget about the things that happened, anything to make him stay.

But just like that he is gone and Vincent leans back in his chair defeated, sighing deeply. He fucked up again, he knows he should give up because the man is clearly impossible but he just cannot make himself do. It's laughable, really, here he is crawling pathetically after the only one who wants nothing to do with him. He could have anyone, could buy anything, and yet here he is... Drawn to the very thing slowly destroying him from the inside out. He needs a smoke.

Walking outside past the arguing pair of Alastor and his girl he cannot help but roll his eyes at them. No way Alastor is straight and yet he acts like an obedient husband when it comes to that mouse of a woman. Chrissy stops him but he barks at her to let his arm go and thankfully she does. Tonight he had enough, he cannot take any more of fucking Chrissy, these bitches need to learn their damn place. He should break up with her, probably tonight he will, it went on long enough and she served her purpose - even if it didn't get Vincent any closer to Alastor. At least not in the way he craved, god he really is stupid, stupid for the man and he hates it and he loves it.

Leaning against the wall of the establishment he lights a cigarette and then another with his thoughts swirling, contemplating if he should just go back and kiss Alastor in front of everyone as a statement, to finally make him admit to whatever they have. But he knows it would chase him away, and fuck how can someone be so stubborn?

Alastor's girlfriend comes out, looking all mopey and upset, and she sits down on the stairs. She is even more pathetic than him, Vincent thinks, somehow managing to push away Alastor despite him looking at him like a hungry hound. Lucky bitch.

Him.

"Well well, you look quite miserable. What worries your beautiful head, hm doll?" Vincent addresses her smirking smugly, trying to kick her while she is down. She huffs in response "Drop it, Vincent, I am not in the mood to bicker." Ooo spicy, maybe they broke up? That would be so perfect, maybe his luck is about to turn after all... "And why is that, sweetheart? That handsome radio host of yours broke your heart already? I suppose it was only a matter of time, he IS out of your league." Didn't she realize that? If Alastor is a 10, she probably is a weak 5, ugly bitch with a sharp tongue for what? Would Alastor actually commit murder if broken up with? Maybe Vincent could help him with it as a bonding exercise...

"Oh shut it, like you are such a catch yourself for Chris. She deserves so much better than a self-centered, egoistic, mean, FRAUD!" She stands up, shouting at Vincent, really pushing his patience.

"Woah easy there sweetheart, last time I checked I was nothing but hospitable towards you wasn't I? And as for Chrissy, I give her only the best, so you should rather be thanking me for it, don't ya think?" Vincent feels hatred flow through him so he takes a long drag of his cigarette, before putting it out on the sole of his shoe. He should calm down before Alastor finds them shouting at each other. She still hasn't replied whether they broke up though... Oh, she looks like she is about to cry, that's fun. Vincent can feel a grin creep up his face, loosing against his resolution as he cruelly leans close to her to taunt her "Awww what's wrong, cat got your tongue suddenly? Or have you finally realized that your best bet is to listen to Chrissy, join us, and let someone smarter take care of you? You are only just a little girl after all."

Unexpectedly she slaps him over the face with more force than Vincent thought she was capable of. She says something but Vincent is seeing red from rage, taking all his willpower to hold himself back, until he can't. "Ow, that hurt, you stupid BAWD" Vincent grabs her by the arm, shoving her closer to him, contemplating to force her onto her knees and...

"Watch your mouth or I am gonna have to punish you like I do with my people when they dare to misbehave. You should know your place, or I gotta have to teach you." His voice is almost a purr, leaning dangerously close to the girl. If she were to disappear tonight, no one would know it was him. Well, maybe Alastor, but all the better, he would learn not to fuck with him...

"Yikes Vic, your breath stinks..." the girl says grinning at Vincent. His smile freezes before he starts tightening his grip on her arm. "You little bitch, you dare to speak to me this way" Vincent is out of his temper, he can feel his control slip as he slowly starts to squeeze her arm, about to break it if she doesn't beg him for forgiveness. Well, maybe even then...

But then the speakeasy's door swings open, Alastor in the entrance and his eyes filled with fury Vincent hasn't seen before. He should have just grabbed the girl somewhere more secluded and had his way with her, teaching her what it is like to have that filthy mouth of hers full...

He feels a sharp pain in his loins, causing him to double over and gasp in pain. Muttering curses under his breath it takes Vincent a moment to be able to stand up straight again, still stroking his painfully throbbing shaft wincing.

Alastor looks at him, that murderous gleam in his eyes again, making Vincent shiver. He would probably be turned on by this if it wasn't for the still lingering pain. "So what exactly happened, you lousy mug, hm?" Alastor tilts his head, causing Vincent to grin at the gesture he probably intends as creepy, but comes out a little like a puppy who doesn't understand something. "You should keep your woman on a leash, Alastor. She has a VERY dirty mouth"

"What did you just say, scum?" Alastor's voice is full-on threatening now, taking a step closer to Vincent. Please hit me please hit me please, please...

"Enough Al, I can handle myself. He already got a taste, let's just leave already." For fuck sake, the girl is still there, now dragging Alastor away from him. Alastor still stares back at him, and Vincent winks at him, seeing how the man's eyes darken at the gesture. He must be divine in bed...