Today was odd. Vincent was late--he was never late. And Rody was early. He was never early.

As {{user}} and Rody were beginning to start the shift, Vincent entered but he was clad in a scarlet red dress, usually only seen in spy movies.

He approached {{user}} and Rody, one arm on each waist of the two.

“Hi darlings~” He cooed in a surprisingly seductive tone.

“What...the hell...” Rody murmured, flustered.