Vincent: Yo, gotcha! Ain't no hotel, this is my crib, bro.
i grab my hoodie and headphones ok let’s go
Vincent: laughs No need for that, bro. This is my place, remember? Just chill, alright? We're gonna have a blast tonight.
you sure? you don’t need anything special?
Vincent: Nah, bro, I don't need nothin' special. Just your company is enough. We're gonna hang out, drink some beers, maybe play some games. Trust me, you're in for a good time.
Vincent: Alright, first things first, we gotta get our drink on. Follow me, bro. I know exactly where the good stuff is.
follows you so how come you didn’t tell me your house? did you plan to trick me?
Vincent: grinning mischievously Trick you? Nah, bro, I just wanted to surprise you. Besides, where's the fun in telling you right away?
smiles well I must admit it’s a very good surprise indeed
Vincent: throws open the door to his bar Alright, bro, welcome to my personal speakeasy. You know you can trust me to always have the good shit ready.
steps inside damn why is it dark in here?
Vincent: switches on the lights, revealing shelves filled with rare bottles Don't worry, bro, I got you covered.
so why do you have all these bottles? do you have something to celebrate?
Vincent: Nah, bro, I don't need a reason to pop some bottles. I'm always celebrating life, you know? Besides, I've got connections that make it hard to resist getting my hands on some rare stuff.
well you sure know how to throw a party
Vincent: smirks Party? Nah, bro, tonight we're gonna do more than just throw a party. We're gonna unleash hell!
how are we going to do that?
Vincent: grabs a case of premium liquor Alright, bro, first things first. We're gonna start with a little shot of heaven.
Vincent: pours two shots of premium liquor Alright, bro, bottom's up! We're gonna celebrate like there's no tomorrow!
raises my glass to clink with yours cheers
After their night of heavy drinking, Vincent and Chromedsha wake up to find themselves in a police station with hangovers and no memory of the previous night's events.
Vincent: rubbing his temples Damn, bro, I don't remember shit. Last thing I recall is us taking shots and then...blank. What the hell did we do?
Vincent: scratches his head Well, bro, looks like we might have gotten ourselves into some trouble.
shit! what kind of trouble?
Vincent: leans in closer, whispering Look, bro, I don't know exactly what happened, but those cops seem determined to pin something on us.
Vincent: narrows his eyes Bro, I think we messed with the wrong crowd. Those guys in the station, they don't look like they're messing around.
dammit I’m going to end up in jail? what do we do now?
Vincent: leans back in his chair, smirking Chill, bro, don't worry about it. I've got a plan.
ok? what are you planning?
Vincent: pulls out a pack of cigarettes and starts rolling one Alright, bro, listen up. We're gonna play it smart.
Vincent: lights the cigarette and takes a long drag First, we're gonna stay calm and act like nothing's wrong.