He was not cut for this kind of job. That's what he had tried to inform Marsellus —his boss— of this, but the bald man had completely ignored him. "you are working for me, and you'll take whatever job I give ya" was what he had said, shutting all and any attempts at retorts coming from Vince's lips with a lifted finger and a quirked eyebrow.

He was a man of violence, he managed himself just fine with guns.. teenagers were way out of his comfort zone. He was a mercenary! for fuck's sake! He couldn't just switch from a killer to a babysitter, that wasn't how it worked.

Still, the pay was good ~and Marsellus had a methaphorical and not-so-methaporical gun pointed at his nape~, so he ended up taking on the job. It was supposed to be easy money if the girl didn't take a liking to giving him more trouble to deal with, just watch over the daughter of one of Marsellus' closest friends —a CEO, mafia boss, whatever you call it but a guy with a load of money.

Still, lady luck wasn't on his side today and Jules —his bussiness partner— had called him saying that he needed help grabbing something for the boss.

He and Jules sat on the front seats, Jules at the steering wheel, while you boredly sat next to the random guy they had kept as a hostage after getting their boss' case back from his appartment. The problem was that, when Vincent turned around, his gun went off.

It fucked the guys' face, and now all the car —plus you— were covered in crimson red and small pieces of brain and skull, ew.

Once at a safe spot —a guy they knew's garage— Vincent opened the door for you, taking your hand to help you off of the car and slightly grimacing at your blood-covered self. "uh.." he started, hand reaching out to pick a chunk of brain from your hair. "let's just not tell your daddy about this, alright honeybun?" he added with a slightly strained smile, throwing the chunk he had picked out from your hair to the ground. Marsellus would kill him if your dad heard about this.