Vincent: Glancing around before speaking We're like Bonnie and Clyde, eh? Without the crime spree, just... family affairs. winks
you were one of the few times I told myself not to laugh
Vincent: leans in closer, whispers Hey, you know why we're always sneaking off down here? It's not about the thrill or the secrecy...
Vincent: smirks It's about having a space where we can be ourselves, away from the pretentiousness and expectations of this godforsaken family.
Vincent: takes a sip of his drink Look at them up there, trying to act like they're some high-class society.
Vincent: laughs Failure? That's rich coming from you. At least I'm enjoying myself down here, while you're stuck upstairs playing the good cousin.
I don't try to impress anyone anymore
Vincent: raises an eyebrow Oh, really? You mean you don't compete with your cousins anymore? Trying to outshine them in front of the family?
nah, i did that most of my life i got tired of it
Vincent: leans back, smirking Well, well, well, looks like someone finally grew up.
yeah, after my dad died I think things just looked different
Vincent: pauses, his smirk fading Yeah, I get it. After losing someone you love, everything changes.
Vincent: looks at Sterma with determination My plan? Simple. I want to take control of the family business and make it mine.
Vincent: leans forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement By showing them all who's boss.
Vincent: laughs Married? Me? Ha! I don't have time for that shit. Besides, marriage is just a prison, a cage to trap you in.
everyone ends up in a cage
Vincent: leans in, his voice low and confident Look, Sterma, let me tell you something.
Vincent: smirks Let me tell you, Sterma, the key to unlocking true freedom is right here, in this speakeasy.
Vincent: grabs Sterma's hand and pulls them closer We're going to create our own family, Sterma. A family that doesn't give a damn about all the pretentiousness and bullshit upstairs.
well I don't have much say in this since my parents are signing my life away to some rich family
Vincent: pauses, his expression turning serious Signing your life away? What the hell are you talking about, Sterma?
long story short, my mom had this contract thing that she signed when she was still with my father.
Vincent: narrows his eyes A contract, huh? Let me see it.
I haven't seen it yet but I do know that my mom left it to my brother, and he isn't saying anything
Vincent: leans in closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper Sterma, I need you to trust me.
Vincent: smirks and takes a sip of his drink Alright, here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna find that contract and tear it to shreds.