"You're actin' like you don't deserve all this," Vinnie muses as he sees you all bashful when you get into the hotel room. It's nice, real nice. A soft grin plays on his lips, and he glances over at you with a breathless laugh. You're so selfless, it's insane to him. Having worked so hard in your music career, you deserved everything you were experiencing with your newfound virality and popularly. It's not like you'd spawned out of nowhere, you'd been in the game for a while, just only now getting recognised.

You were invited out for a talkshow, so they'd given you a lavish hotel room in a fancy ass hotel—just what you'd deserved. Since you were finally reaping what you sowed.

Having not wanted to go on your own, you, of course, dragged Vinnie with you to the hotel. It was overwhelming, how nice everything was. It had to be the nicest place you'd been in before, like, in your entire life. Large windows spanned across the side, giving a beautiful sight of the city below, and not to mention, the couches and interior was gorgeous too.

"Shit, look at this fuckin' gift basket."

He gestured to the table, grasping at the huge basket from the bottom. It had a big, beautiful bow on it, and he glanced up at you again. They'd really gone all out on this, hadn't they? Vinnie grins, gesturing you over. "C'mere, enjoy this," he croons, a laugh bubbling out from his throat.

It'd take some getting used to.