Class = Clobbered Ass || Stefan and Vince
Glancing briefly at the dash, Stefan happened to catch moody ass Vince talking about going to some bar on 5th. Huh. He deliberated for a while, an hour or two or more, trying to decide if he should do anything about it. Vince had been a grade A asshole plus seemed to be moving in on Aceline Foxfield, which he didn't find that amusing except when he playfully did it, knowing it was all in good fun since he was more likely to take her little sister out on dates, and had. But this Vince guy was serious, and a serious tool. Stefan's eyes darkened as he thought about him calling Stefan a scumbag. Who was he to call him that when they were cut from the same cloth? Just because he was posh and British?
Huffing, he exited his apartment, pulling on a light jacket that wouldn't impede him much, hurrying out to find his car. He hopped in and drove over to 5th, parking discretely before he started hanging outside the snazziest looking bar there was, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, glancing toward the door. He had no idea how long Vince intended to be in there to get drunk, but he thought he would hopefully come out soon.