[@Old Amsterdam][@Gardevoiran]

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Navy. Things that went with navy. Jeans. Indigo dye. Distracted by her phone. Youth these days. He drank a little bit of the apple juice. Alcohol, he never liked it to begin with, but something about it these days really bothered him at times.

 He had a tried time absorbing it in his system anyway, he had to opt out of marinara on his pizza for the same reason as pepperoni. Thus the olives and mushrooms were a better choice. 

Watching her text. Fingers like a violinist. Slender. Fingers like spider legs crawling across the smartphone. She finally addressed him. For a second he had forgotten he had addressed her. Someone on the roof?

He didn’t feel like replying. Prefered the silence.

“....” Vince just stared at the navy haired female.
[Good marketing strategy]

His eyes met with someone else with a mask staring at him. Was this a costume party or a meeting of assassins he wondered?