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Well, Chris had to admit, the idea of his brother settling down in anyway shape or form was a little – unsettling? weird? preposterous? down right crazy? – hard to imagine. Not that he didn’t think he could do it, Vin had a lot of love in him to give to someone, Chris just didn’t know who the lucky person would be. So he grinned, slapping a hand on the brunettes back and wagged his eyebrows, “Uh huh. Do you put that on your cv too?” Chris blew out a small sigh when he didn’t comment further, sarcasm noted but he’d deal with that later. Maybe when he’d had a few more drinks. “Anything, surprise me!” Peering down the length of the bar, Chris watched as a group a little further down tapped shot glasses together and cheered as they drank them. “Oh! Shots! Lets do shots!”
“I do,” he replied in a tone of utmost seriousness, although he couldn’t keep the grin off his face. “How could it be complete without my best qualification?” Vincenzo followed his brother’s gaze, noting the group’s chosen method of inebriation. He turned back to Chris and laughed, loud and drunkenly. “Shots it is! Come on, the night’s still young.” It definitely wasn’t, but Vincenzo happily turned to the bartender to order a round of shots for the two of them. “So how are you anyways, Chris?”












