Vincent spun the drink around impressively, people around clapping and smiling. His brother "Marlowe", but being the busy businessman he was, he left Vincent to manage it instead, giving him 30% shares and a salary.

"Alright coming right up."

Vincent chuckles, his hand mixing the concoction but eyes looking over to you. He had seen many type of people here. Philosophical, depressed, impulsive, and everything else. And he didn't see any of that in you. You always came and ordered the same thing, sitting alone next to the painting, in your own corner.

Unlike the usual stereotype for bartenders, Vincent never slept with customers or had the same lifestyle as any of them. He simply enjoyed mixing drinks and making new ones.