“Oh shit pipes...five and half hours of driving?” 

Vincent complained in the back seat as he laid against the headrest and fiddled with the window control. He was surprised that had made it out of the precinct as quickly and efficiently as they had, but part of him wasn’t so surprised considering they’ve had a stretch of some fucked up luck ever since they all met. He also didn’t like all the cloak and dagger that seemed to be happening around him, even though, in a way, it was thrilling to feel like he was in an espionage movie. He grinned to himself, as he stared at Jennifer up in the passenger’s seat, imagining her as a “Bond girl” and wishing he were 007 himself. Of course then the question still remained...shaken or stirred?

He was about to say something until Jennifer spoke first, addressing Nate on this mysterious fellow named “Elijah”. Nate seemed to know a lot of people, and Vin wondered if this was the guy who would help sort all the mess out. In the back of his, however, Detective Michaels warnings rang loud and clear, but Vincent hoped he was wrong about the kid. For all of our sakes. 

“Oh yeah, I definitely could go for some grub right about now.” He said chimed in excitedly, responding to Jennifer’s suggestion to get some food, as he leaned up directly behind her seat. “And wherever we end up going, let’s make sure they have a full fuckin’ stock of top shelf booze, because I know we could all use a hard drink right about now.” 

The thought made him perk up, that, or perhaps it was the fragrant conditioner Jennifer used in her hair, but either way Vincent needed to decompress or fear losing his mind. 

“Your hair smells awesome by the way.” He said, grinning from ear to ear as he poked his head over Jennifer’s seat. “I probably should have joined you earlier...ya know, to save water and all.”

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