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HIS PATIENCE WAS RUNNING REAL THIN WITH THIS GUY, and that was saying something. Seeing as he didn’t have all that much to begin with. But hell- for Jolyne’s sake? Goddamn was he trying his hardest to be on his BEST BEHAVIOUR, then. Having after all proclaimed to her right at the beginning that any friend of hers would be a friend of his.
... And never had he regretted those words as much as he had, right then.
Vincent JUST couldn’t understand what this guy’s deal was. And why it was that Jolyne thought that two of them would get along well... She wouldn’t lie to him, would she? Right? ... Sigh, come off it, dude. This was Jolyne-- Jojo. She’s been cool in his books for as long as he could remember.
But still, back to the matter at hand-- the frustrating fact was that it was just THIS GUY, and this guy alone that was making things difficult... Unnecessarily ruining his mood, and his night for that matter. Because heck, the others-- as BIZARRE as they were-- weren’t all that bad company themselves. Like that fierce looking chick with the braids-- what was her name again? ERMES? Now, THAT BABE could handle her drinks! And was a REAL HOOT AND HOLLER, for sure!
BUT FOR REAL THOUGH, what made Jo think however that he would GET ALONG with this guy? For no matter what ice breaker he kindly threw his way-- it was coldly-- no-- RUDE AS ALL LIVING FUCK brushed off by this asshat! Chugging down one more bottle, that little friendly grin that he had offered to Jolyne upon her arrival of his was long since forsaken. As he glared irritably back at the pink-haired man and at that sour expression he still had on his face.
“Alright-- you’ve just been glarin’ on off from the moment you walked in here with Jo, the fuck’s your problem, man?”