#vincentmlee

[fabulousbitchfabi]

@vincentmlee​:

Vincent couldn’t contain the snort of laughter that erupted out of him as he overheard the bartender’s comment while he waited to order his drink.  He might have his own bat that he could drink at, but sometimes you wanted some variety.  “Oh, honey I was thinking the same thing.  Twenty dollars and a trip to the thrift store would have gotten her a better outfit… well, better make it forty, that girl needs some help.”

“Even a platinum card and a personal shopper couldn’t help her.  There’s no accounting for taste, even if the general populace has spoken on just how wrong that whole look is.”  FaBi gestured with one hand to the entirety of the other woman’s outfit, a look of disgust on her face.  Though it fell into something decidedly more friendly as she took in the man who had decided to be a bitch with her.  “What’s the poison tonight, darlin’?”

[fallenxangelxjude]

@vincentmlee​:

Sure some people might think it was tacky for a bartender to patronize the bar they worked at, but there was a reason Vincent liked coming to Knight Life on his days off: the bartenders knew how to make what he liked.  Granted he’d had to teach some of them, but it was worth it in the end.  “Strawberry tequila sunrise,” he called over his shoulder as he let his gaze pass over the crowd that had gathered that night.  Smirking to himself, he turned to look at the person next to him.  “What’s your poison darling?”

Jude didn’t often hang out at Knight Life when she wasn’t ‘at work,’ so to speak.  While working with Atlas did provide a steady income, she still spent most evenings that weren’t occupied with the Hero Squad performing at various clubs and open mic nights around the city.  It was in her blood and if you heard her tell it, her fingers would get twitchy if she went too long without singing for an audience.  But with nothing on the agenda for her evening, she found herself at the bar, fingers drumming against the wood top as she awaited a sparkling water.  Though she did have a grin as Vincent’s voice carried over to her, turning on the stool so that she could face him more completely.  “Now now, Vincent darling, shouldn’t you already know the answer to such a question?”