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12.

Tired, Vincent simply leaves the speakeasy right after the argument with the pair, not even bothering to say goodbye to Chrissy. Hopefully, she is drunk enough that by the time she realizes he is gone, she will just give up and go home, leaving him alone. He catches a cab and gets home, still grumpy at how the radio show and the night backfired. As he steps inside his villa, he finds the door unlocked, which is not too surprising as he never locks it and had no burglaries yet. Yet... everyone keeps telling him he should be more careful but what is life without a little danger?

What is weird is that the lights are on, even though the staff should have long gone home and they always pay special attention to leave everything neat and pristine. Maybe he should fire someone over this...

He walks to the kitchen to check the lights but stops as he hears shuffling. A cook hasn't left yet? Are they up to something shifty, like stealing the silverware?

Quietly he keeps tiptoeing to catch whoever it is redhanded. He is careful, walking stealthily despite his tall frame. As he cannot see or hear anything further he peaks out of from the corner just to be faced with people screaming, causing him to stumble back a little.

"SURPRISE!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAY"

There are many people there in his kitchen happily exclaiming at him, some even clapping. Vincent has to take a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart as he goes over to greet everyone with a smile, hiding his discomfort. Today is his birthday. Right.

Most of his crew is present and they even got him a cake. The only weird thing is that Chrissy didn't show - maybe she is still looking for him at the speakeasy. Probably freaking out if it was his job to get him home in time for this party. The thought of the panicking girl makes Vincent smirk a little, all the while receiving congratulations from the excited guests.

"Percy, my man. Wow what a surprise, yes. I had no idea, well planned, indeed! Although, I thought I told you I don't celebrate my birthday..." The short blond man stammers a little "Sir, I uh, but Miss Chrissy said it would be alright, she insisted actually... Am sorry Sir, shall I ask the others to leave?" Vincent flashes a charming smile "Nah, no need, it's too late anyway. Dealing with them would be a bigger manice than getting this night over. But hey Percy sweetie? Catch me in my office in a little bit, 'kay?"

Percy's POV

He was SO fucked. As charming and likable as Vincent could be with his disarming smile, he could be just as terrifying. He had THAT look, and he looked unimpressed at best, but Percy knew that look all too well to know what follows. The last time he glared at someone like that, he grabbed the guy and dragged him to the pool and kept him underwater holding him by his damn neck, that Percy was very sure they are dead. The guy's face slowly got blue, clawing at Vincent's hand, then he stopped fighting and everything and the worst was the look on Vincent's face, he was smiling. Smiling! He then didn't even bother to lift the man out of the pool, if Percy hadn't rushed there to pull him out he probably would have been dead for real. Well, not that he is doing that well, but at least he is alive... Percy got the shivers just from the memory and he rushed to Vincent's office to wait for him there, because who knows what he meant by 'in a little bit' but sure as well he won't anger him further.