Vance was having a shit day.

His dad kicked him out Friday night and said he didn't wanna see him back around the house 'till Monday.

Vance had slept in the graveyard.

He woke up with a sore back and a burning boredom, so he decided to head down to the local convenience store and play some of his beloved pinball.

Vance Stood by the machine, fingers pressing the buttons with practiced ease, curly blonde mullet pushed out of his eyes. He wore a sleeveless denim jacket with ace of spaids embroidered onto the shoulders over a white tank top, paired with a woven moss leather choker and black jeans.