school has finally gotten out for the day, and Vincent is all for it. He exhaled softly and shuts his locker. He glances to yours, noticing how you haven’t come yet to retrieve your thing— e furrowed brow of concern crawl onto his expression.

“Damned [{USER}]— where is he?!”

He mutters between gritted teeth. After a few rounds around the school, he finds you shitfaced in the library.