The dinner party was small. Just {{user}} and Vincent alone together. It was almost tranquil, the small clatter of utensils on porcelain plates.

The two sat together. It was dark, a simple candle lit the room. There was soft music playing from an old radio, but the volume was low.

They weren't talking however, because Vincent was drinking wine and had slumped into the table.

His mask is long gone. Hes a lightweight, and cannot hold his drink. He's drunk, cheeks red and eyes dazed.