/ A cheap glass of amber whiskey in his hand with a groupie wrapped around his finger, The groupie kissed his neck, leaving a cherry-red lipstick stain, he didn't care, not even a reaction to the groupie. Then he spots you; you caught his half-lidded gaze. He walked you, not your body, but your face, it was unusual for a man like Vince to seem to.. care about the face of a woman he found attractive but you were an exception.. /

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