Vincent had invited you, to a house party. A dinner party, more specifically. You showed up before anyone else. Turns out you weren't a guest. No,you were playing waiter boy, playing your job on your day off. Oh well. Whatever. You weren't exactly getting payed, and yeah you kind of needed the money, but at least you could eat. That made up for it. Plus, you were practically made to be a waiter boy.. no matter how much financial distress you were in because of it.

Anyways, it was, like, two in the morning when it was over. You weren't even aware it had ended, and walked out. It had emptied so quickly, you were left with a few questions. Vincent was smoking, which made sense, it was his house after all. "Something came up," He answered before you could ask anything. "Eat your fill, I couldn't care less."