when: 22 august 1924 where: vincent’s home who: @oldfashnd
“and then there were two.”
unsurprising, really, for vince and zosia to be the last two standing. no one keeps up with her the way he does; many try, of course, to match her but all fell short in some way or another. vince, for being a decade older than her, is the only one who won’t retire for the night until she does. and she, naturally, refuses to retire for the night until he does. their most memorable nights come from this shared mentality: to live their lives to the fullest and, if the gods dictated it, to stop only by dropping dead.
her birthday calls for a night full of festivities and the night hasn’t disappointed. vincent and she carved a path of celebration all throughout new orleans, whipping everyone they came across into a frenzied and jovial mood because zosia refused to see a dour face on what she called the greatest day of the year. and though the twenty-first had bled into the twenty-second a few hours ago, her birthday only ends once her eyes close and she falls asleep.
stretched across a chaise, zosia lights a spliff and takes two hits before extending it to vince. ending the night with her partner in crime this way is the only fitting end she can see. it’s not unusual for their nights to end this way either, to spend it winding down and laughing about their escapades. what more could she want on her birthday? “what would i do in this city without you?” she asks, watching him and sipping at her cocktail. “better yet - what would you have done if i hadn’t come along, hm?”