Vince

Toss and Turn

I was within an inch of the fry before Vince reacted and pulled it out of my reach. He pushed me back with his arm and put his plate somewhere safe and I called a truce long enough to do the same and then leaped back into action.

Vince was climbing as high as he could onto the couch and I was trying to follow suit, but the man was a full foot taller than me. After reaching in vain, I decided my best course of action wasn't physical but mental.

"Vincent, you have two options. Option one, give me the fry and walk away a free man. Option two, I start kicking at your shins and try to leave as many bruises as possible."

Vince looked at me with a weird look and it threw me off my guard for a second. I could hear my rushed breathing in my ears, but not much else. Vince tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows together.

"You know my name isn't Vincent right?" Vince asked.

"What the hell is your name?" I asked.

"Vince?" He said, jumping off the couch and bolting to the other side of the room.

"I thought it was short for something," I explained.

"It is. It's just not short for Vincent," Vince replied.

"What the hell would Vince be short for?" I asked.

"My full name is Vincenzo 'the destroyer' Moretti," Vince said, "And this fry is mine."

"No!" I yelled, but it was too late.

The fry was gone and so were my hopes at winning. I missed the fry. Vince was way too proud of himself, which was evident in his shit eating grin.

"So, what's with the destroyer?" I asked.

"I don't know. You put me on the spot," Vince said.

"Has anyone called you Enzo before?"

"No, and that doesn't mean you can," Vince stated.

"Why not?" I pout.

"Because I said so," Vince said.

"I'm not very good at listening to instruction," I said defiantly.

Vince crossed the room to my side, unaware that I was still pretty pissed about the fry. Once he was in front of me I lowered myself off the couch to stand on a solid surface.

"It's Vince, or, if I'm feeling nice, you can call me Vincenzo."

"You can call me Rhiannon 'the destroyer' Daniels."

"What? Why?" Vince asked.

It was too late. I was already kicking my foot in the direction of his shin. I hadn't thought that Vince's reactions were very fast considering how long it took him to get the fry away from me, but he was so much faster than I was ready for.

Vince twisted to the side, allowing my foot to brush right past him. The issue with this was that I had put a lot of effort towards kicking him and missing threw me completely off balance.

I started to fall forward but Vince wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled my back into his chest. When I was upright, he let me go and spun me to face him, holding onto my forearms.

"I know you said you would try to kick me, but if you ever try to lay a finger on me it's not going to end well," Vince paused, dropping his pitch, "Do you understand?"

"Yes," I replied breathlessly.

"You know my skin is precious and I make money off it. I can't be covered in bruises," Vince explained.