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Naomi

She watched him walk away. Her skin was hot and she was very flustered. "It's called loitering, dumbass," she spat out while returning to her post by the cashier machine. He had such nerve that it was ultimately infuritating. At that moment, a customer came in and she took care of him quickly before digging around for her old "No Loitering" sign.

A few minutes later, the sign was wedged into the window but she did not make it known to him just yet. Something was off. Naomi walked amongst her other customers to make sure that they were doing alright and that was when she found it - his money.

"Hey guy, what did I tell you?" she asked in her most level of voices and followed him to the staircase. "I don't need your money but if you want to leave it down here, fine. I'll let some other bum off the road pick it up." She did not walk up the stairs behind him or turn away. He was not loitering now so showing him the sign would be a waste. She just wanted him to get the idea that his overly flirtacious nature and psycho-babble was not appreciated.

Vincent

Vincent turned around as he was about to open the door. The distinctive sound of spray paint reaching his ears. Naomi's words buzzing in his head. With a sigh and counted the stair and then jumped. He landed ten stairs down jumped again and was no just two steps above the ground floor. He leaned over so they were face to face once more.

"Darling, you can do whatever you want with the tip I left for you. It is your money now. I got a hundred thousand more in my room across the square. Now most people would see that you are getting a little to worked up over something trivial. To someone like me, who makes it his business to know how women works sees a woman, in a fit of indecision on wether or not to act on her urge to like a guy. There are obvious factors stopping you from doing this. Past people. All I was trying to do is be nice and flirt a little, cause that is what I do." He straightened up and turned around taking the stairs two at a time.

"And someone is painting in your PartyHall." He opened the door a second later and stepped into the large room.

Naomi

It would be easy to follow him. It would not take any strong will of hers just to skip up those steps and continue giving him a piece of her mind. That is why she turned back to the eating area and sat down, not willing to feed his alreaudy expansive ego so easily. He did not know her. Of course, her logical side pointed out clearly that it would not hurt to accept the money. It was a lie that she did not need it. That was the reason that she had even accepted Vas' generosity earlier that day. With a shake of her head, Naomi dismissed the boy's final sentence before disappearing. Her sister was up there. Vas was with her sister. Impromptu painting was the last thing about which she was worried.

Vassili

Vassili put the can of spray paint down and jogged over to the bar. He washed his hands regardless if there was paint or not and then went to ask what the guy wanted, realizing he didn't know if he was supposed to charge or how much. He whipped out a blue tooth set and sent the call down to the main floor.

Vincent

Vincent stared at the room. It was big. The music was playing comfortably at the moment, probably would get louder judging the size of the stacks in the corners and in front of the booth. He walked slowly to the bar and he saw the man behind the counter. The first thing he noticed was the eyes. Red, like blood. It didn't perturb Vincent, he had his fare share of colored contacts, choosing to go with his natural eyes for the night, but usually it was white-outs. He sat down at one of the twenty or so stools.

"Whiskey of some kind."

Vincent turned on the stool to admire the girl in the skirt painting. She was just as good to look at as Naomi. They seemed to be alike, sisters?


((Oh and Vas is calling down to Naomi over his cell to the stores landline.))

Sal

She sat back down and wiped her brow, smudging paint there. Sal was about to ask where to spray again when Vas approached the visitor and asked for his order. The two men returned to the bar and Sal looked up in time to catch the second male checking her out. Her playful smile returned immediately as she got to her feet very slowly.

Then, the girl proceeded to walk over to him, hopping the up onto a stool once there. "Hey, what's your name?" Okay, so she was flirting with another man in front of Vas but when you thought about it logically, there was no reason for that to be a problem. Sal swung side to side in the stool and kept eye contact with the stranger as well as a small smile on her face.

Vincent

"Vincent Tidal is the name, professional Vagabond. And your name? Or do Fallen Angels only have pretty faces?" A line right out of the movies. Worked like a charm though.

He licked his thumb and reached up gently washing off the smudge of black paint on her forehead.

"Don't wanna let that dry. Hard as hell to get off your hands, worse when you can't see it without a mirror." He laughed, his voice a rich tenor.

Vincent heard Vassili's response and turned on the stool back to the large man.

"I bet it was that fine boss of yours that came up with that. She didn't seem like a drinker of the booze. It might help her loosen up though." Vincent looked over the available products. The bar was stocked like a normal liquor selling one, with a mirror and the drinks in front. He spotted a exotic juice from Northern Siberian. He pointed at the blue bottle.

Sal

Sal nearly choked on the most cheesy line that she had ever heard. Who did this guy think that he was? "My name is Sal and that was a really lame line, just saying." By now, she was openly laughing at him. Her skin tingled a bit when he passed his wet thumb above her eye.

"Thanks for being so thoughtful," Sal cooed, slipping off her stool now to pass behind the bar and head for the sinks to wash her hands. In passing, she poked Vas in his back. Hearing Vincent's remark about her sister, Sal called over her shoulder, "The day booze loosens up my sister is the day that I stop drinking." Upon her return, she continued, "Nami used to drink and heavily at that but one day came and she just stopped. But during those drinking days, nuh uh, Nami never got drunk." She shrugged at this to show that she did not know her sister's secret.

Vincent

Vincent wasn't put off by the girl's laughter. It was only a matter of time and the right amount of suave. He chuckled himself as she laughed and took a drink of the juice. It was exactly as he remembered. Two years since he had been that far North.

"I know. Good ice breaker though. Gets the girl laughing and what not." He listened to her talk about her sister and then smiled knowingly.

"She stop drinking after some guy broke her heart didn't she?" That's what had happened to his mother and sister and cousin. They were party animals and then got their hearts ripped out and just stopped.

Vincent turned when Vassili spoke and then heard the door open. Was that guy psychic?