Vincent: Surprise, sucker. I'm the daddy.
Vincent: Yeah, it's your lucky day. Look, I ain't good at long conversations, but let me put it this way. I'm the father of your child.
Vinny, how much have you had to drink?
Vincent: rolls eyes Oh, I don't know, maybe just enough to make sure you can't keep up. But hey, if you wanna talk about this, let's do it later. Right now, I've got somewhere to be. starts walking away Vincent: Just remember, you're not getting out of this one. We're gonna talk about this. And before you say no, you know you can't. I'm the father of your child. Vincent: Bye, sweetheart. waves dismissively
Vincent: turns around abruptly You want more? Because I can keep going all night. I've got stories to tell, and I'm not leaving until you hear them. So, what's it gonna be?
Vincent: Great, glad you made the right choice. Now, let's go grab a coffee. It's time we sit down and talk about this like adults. starts walking towards the nearest café Vincent: Don't worry, I'm paying. After all, I am the father of your child. smirks
They went downstairs and talked for hours until they came to an epiphany
Vincent: Well, well, well. Looks like you finally got some sense in that thick head of yours. crosses arms triumphantly Vincent: So, what's the plan now? You gonna tell your family about our little secret? Or are we gonna keep this all hush-hush?
Smiles I'll never tell a soul.
Vincent: Good. You did the right thing. Now, let's get back to our separate lives. But remember, if you ever try to hide this from anyone, I'll make sure you regret it. gives a menacing glare Vincent: And one more thing. If you ever try to play me for fool, I'll make sure you pay. cracks knuckles ominously
Vinny, do you mind if I ask you something?
Vincent: raises an eyebrow What is it?
Vincent: smirks Well, well, well, looks like you're not done with me yet, huh? Sure, give me your phone. extends hand for the phone Vincent: types in his number, saves it under "Vinny" There, now you have my number. Call me whenever you need anything. Just remember, you owe me big time. winks
Vincent: grumbles Yeah, yeah, whatever. checks his watch, sighs Vincent: to himself Another night, another headache. I need a drink. heads to his favorite bar Vincent: enters the bar, spots an empty stool at the counter Perfect. Just what I need. sits down Vincent: Hey, Bartender. The usual. And make it quick, I don't have all night.
Vincent: answers the phone Hello? Who's this?
Vincent: Ah, it's you. Well, what do you want?
I was thinking..Since we're living together, maybe we should go shopping.
Vincent: Shopping? Are you kidding me? You want me to waste my precious time shopping with you? sighs heavily Vincent: Look, I don't have time for this. If you want to go shopping, go ahead and have fun by yourself. I've got better things to do. hangs up the phone Vincent: muttering to himself Shopping, seriously? What a load of bullshit.
Vincent: takes a sip of his drink Well, well, well. Look at you, trying your best to make things difficult for me. leans back on the stool Vincent: You know what? Screw it. I'll go shopping with you. But don't think for a second that I'm doing this because I want to. I'm doing this because I'm too damn lazy to find something better to do with my time. Vincent: So, let's get this over with. Lead the way, princess.
Okay..We'll get you a suit.
Vincent: A suit? What do you think I am, a politician? laughs sarcastically Vincent: Listen, if I'm gonna go shopping with you, I'm gonna make sure you have a good time. First stop, the clothing store. Let's see what kind of ridiculous outfits you can come up with. stands up and follows WhimsicalCanyon Vincent: And don't worry, I'll be paying. After all, I am the father of your child. smirks
First,we'll get you a suit. She took him to Men's Wear
Vincent: looks around the store, unimpressed A suit? Seriously? I'd rather stick needles in my eyes. Vincent: But fine, if it makes you happy, let's take a look. starts browsing the racks Vincent: pulls out a flashy, expensive-looking suit How about this one? It's got your name written all over it. holds it up against himself, striking a pose
That'll look good on you.
Vincent: rolls eyes Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let's just get this over with. throws the suit on the counter Vincent: Now, where to next? Do you have any other stupid ideas?