[quote][@Mugin]"Well my name is Louie, and I don't like the way your looking at me." [/quote]

Vint's green eyes turned to as hard as flint, his mouth becoming a full blown smile, teeth and everything. "Wahl naow, ain't that sume'n..." His normally loud voice would drop to a low, almost dangerous mutter, as if he were thinking about something intensely...

Suddenly, Vint would speak up, his voice returning to its usual loud state, "You ain't no looker y'self, boy." The redneck pushed himself off his leaning position via shoulder, to return in the direction whence he came, as if Vint had suddenly become bored of the conversation. The pimp's boots continuing to clomp down the hall as Vint called out over his shoulder - or he would have if he hadn't been stopped dead in his tracks when he saw another player.

"Naw, I ain't seen nobody, 'cept ye--"

The other player was a girl, who had just stepped out of her room, dressed in true rocker fashion; covered in black from head to toe and surrounded by black leather that mingled with her silver chains and necklaces. Immediately, Vint's southern customs kicked in, tipping the bill of his baseball hat yet again, "Morn'n ma'am." His green eyes gave her the same up-down look that had been given the man behind him, the redneck commenting as he did, "Mah, ain't yew jist the purtiest thang?" A hand began to prop itself on the nearest surface as Vint began to lean yet again, a turned elbow confidently falling onto an (unknowingly) slightly opened door... (Vint, being distracted by the female before him, was not looking where he leaned)