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VINCENT REYES
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Location: The Mighty Bean / 2A
Dialogue color ✦ #700000
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Outfit: link here
Location: The Mighty Bean / 2A
Dialogue color ✦ #700000
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At that moment he saw Ash coming up behind Brian. "Hello there, gentlemen." Vincent gave a small wave to the club owner. He wasn’t particularly close to him, but there was no animosity between the two. ”Hey Ash, join us for a drink? A little Thursday night refreshment.”
Vincent took the lead to his apartment, knowing at least Brian would come as well. Opening the door he was happy to see the cleanliness of the place. It made him glad his roommate was either not there, or as neat as he was. ”Take a seat…”
He grabbed the remote and switched on the massive TV in the lounge. He threw the remote on the couch for anyone to control. He didn’t mind much what was on TV, it was more to show off than anything else. He walked to the large globe on the side of the room. Opening the lid it showed the collection of whisky hidden underneath. He grabbed the ice bucket and took it to the kitchen while addressing Brian. ”You know Ri, it’s about the market. Right now there are way more well-paying students in the market than they can handle. About 40% of all applicant can be denied without it seriously affecting them.”
He held the ice bucket under the dispenser and filled it. Taking it back he took 3 glasses and poured his newly acquired Bunnahabhain 40 year old single malt and put in 2 ice cubes in each of them. He handed out the glasses and raised his own. ”Cheers gents.” Vincent took a sip from his glass and closed his eyes while enjoying the perfect drink.
”So unless you kill half of the students, or build a few schools of your own, pulling teeth will remain a more pleasant experience than getting funds. Just out of curiosity, how are you trying to get the funds?”
Vincent had some money of his own, but knowing how he got it didn’t make him willing to share with actual friends. He hated awkward questions.
Vincent walked up to the front door and opened it. He pushed the doorstopper against it. As long as he was home and not sleeping, everyone was welcome, and he hated opening the door every 5 minutes. He sat down on the couch himself, taking another delicious sip. He took out his phone and texted the first person coming to mind.
Hiya Josie, what r u upto? Wanna hang later?