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Vincent looked back up at the Djinn, a bit surprised. Lucian never really expressed those types of feelings. Usually it was over dramatic whining, or anger. He tilted his head, smiling. "Well, you might as well plan on living forever. I'm not going anywhere." the God teased, letting his eyes dim to a normal, soft blue. "I love you. I really, really do." he sighed, taking another bite of his food. He couldn't help but pick up where they left off on planning their wedding. In his head, of course. Since they still couldn't agree on the colors they wanted. That lead to multiple bickering fests, leading to bigger fights. Which, he actually had started to miss.

The God glanced at him. "Something on your mind? he murmured, setting his fork down, and resting his chin in his hand. He tapped his fingers on the table, and hummed softly. The headache was starting to come back. But he figured if he drank enough, maybe it would go away. He quickly snapped his fingers and the bottle reappeared on the table, next to him. Vincent took a sip, swirling the bottle as he set it back down. He looked at Lucian, smiling, his eyes glowing with a hint of mischief

Vincent's eyes glowed, realizing what the Djinn was doing. "Oh, you want to play this game. Okay.." the God grinned slyly, knowing there was only so much that Lucian could do to copy him. He summoned the bottle back to his side of the table, and tilted his head. "You know you can't handle alcohol, Lulu." he glanced at him again. Vincent couldn't stand this game. It was like looking into a mirror. He sighed, and moved his hand away from his face.

He rolled his eyes, seeing Lucian's cheeks flushed. "People can change. Unfortunately, you are not one of those people." the God winked, taking the bottle back and drinking a lot of it. He then looked back at Lucian, watching him. If you don't quit.. Vincent cleared his throat, and smiled. "I mean, if you really plan on getting drunk, at least pace yourself." the God laughed, pushing the bottle back towards him.

"Perfectly fine, hm? That would explain the flush resembling a sunburn spreading across your pale cheeks?" he chuckled, and locked eyes with him. Two could play this game. Vincent summoned the fireball whiskey and popped it open, taking a huge gulp. He smirked at the Djinn, challenging him.

Vincent only smirked. "Are you feeling alright, love?" he questioned, taking two huge gulps of the whiskey, as his eyes flashed back to a bright red. He set the bottle down, feeling a bit giggly, but he had basically an iron stomach. Well, kind of. Vincent's cheeks glowed a slight hint of red, but he took another swig. The God set the bottle down, his head was pounding, and he rest it in his hand. Vincent's eyes rolled back slightly, so he shut them, hoping Lucian wouldn't notice.

Vincent opened his eyes, and smiled softly. "Yeah, you've had a bit too much, love. You never talk about this. Come, let's go relax." He stood up, taking the Djinn gently by his hands, and leading him away from the table. He would clean up the plates when he got Lucian settled and comfortable. Oh well, at least he's not embarrassingly drunk, like that party you took him to.. He only smiled at the memory, before guiding Lucian down the hallway, into his bedroom."I'll be right back.." the chaos God murmured, kissing his forehead. He turned and walked back down the hallway, cleaning up the table. He was starting to feel his buzz, now.