Connor had went upstairs to retrieve his mask, hoping that a few minutes without Vincent might make him less tense and nervous for the night ahead of him. Just as he returned to the kitchen, Rick also walked in, and Connor was strangely relieved to see him. Normally, Vincent and Ricardo could be a bit of a powerhouse that could team up against him. He'd feel pressured into drinking more, or talking to more girls, when they were around, because it was what they were good at, and he didn't want to be that one awkward friend that could do neither. That was probably going to be true again tonight, and Connor expected Rick to be just as curious as Vincent regarding his date, but at least Ricardo could handle a drunk Vincent. He had probably seen him like this many times, and Ricardo was better at entertaining it than Connor was. He was always so relaxed and cool, that Connor had no doubts that he was the person King of St. Jude's. It always seemed like he had control over whatever situation he was in, and while Connor frequently turned into a punching-bag type figure when Vincent was this drunk, Ricardo never did. "I wouldn't call it a party," Connor muttered as he took some of the empty beer bottles from the counter and carried them to the trash.
"I should get an award for still being in a good mood after spending the night with this buzzkill," Vincent chimed in, lifting his Jack and Coke in the air in a makeshift wave to acknowledge Rick. His phone vibrated against the counter, and Vincent couldn't hide the smirk that formed on his face. His mind was quickly filled with thoughts that were definitely X-rated, and now, not even boring Connor could kill his vibes. Realizing how lucky he was to have such a hot girlfriend sobered him up a tiny bit, but it was just momentary as he typed out a response.
To: Sienna
IDK HOW TO EVEN RESPOND TO THAT........ BE THERE SOON
Connor only rolled his eyes, nodding towards the fridge as he put the empty bottles in the trash. "There are beers in there if you want," he offered to Ricardo, although he was sure his friend would help himself if he wanted it, anyway. He followed Rick back towards the chairs and returned to his own. He knew that the conversation was going to lead back to him and his love life at some point, but after just hearing about it from Vincent, he didn't really care to talk about it again. "Sydney would never say yes to me," was Connor's first answer, as he reached out for the barely-consumed beer in front of him. "And I was going to ask Charlotte, but Syd didn't think it was a good idea, so she suggested Victoria. Unlike you two, I'm not really looking for a 'conquest' at all, and I don't even know Tori well, so I doubt it'll get that far tonight." He shrugged, trying to be nonchalant about it, before finding that Tori had sent him a text. He wasn't going to announce that now, especially with the criticism he was getting, so he texted her back discreetly, while also answering Leon's text.
To: Victoria
Hey! I'm excited too :). It should be fun!
To: Leon
The guys and I are leaving in 5-10 minutes, so I'd say you're safe to go whenever. I'd offer to pick you up, but Vincent is wasted and I don't want to subject you to that lol.
"With your track record, I doubt it'll get that far in the next five years," Vincent jumped in. "Trust me, Rick, I've spent the last hour trying to figure this out too. He's known Syd for his whole fucking life, and he let his brother tap that before he did, and then he's got Charlotte-let-me-fuck-you-Buchanan drooling over him and he chooses Victoria Walsh? She's got a cool vibe to her, but not the kinda vibe that'll mesh right with a bitch like you, Harkins," he continued, shaking his head at the thought. As he downed the rest of his drink, he grabbed his mask from beside him and fastened it around his head, before standing up. "I'm ready to get laid, and my girl's going commando tonight, so let's head out, boys," Vincent declared. He was normally vocal and sexual, but this was probably pushing it. It was just how he got when he was drunk, though. He would become obnoxious and lose his filters, and while he always felt invincible while on that high, he tended to say and do things that he regretted come the following morning.
