#& 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 : V. ATWOOD

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thankfully, being back in the abysmal, boring, underwhelming state of OREGON wasn't enough to put a damper on vincent's mood as he traipsed around town like he owned it, the thrill of the unknown lying before him enough to have him high without the assistant of any uppers ( okay, maybe some assistance but, primarily the thrill ). having already found himself well acquainted with one of the local bars, one he hasn't scene since he was using his last name to get him through the door when he was eighteen, vincent was shaking hands and accepting drinks from many who recognized him — either from st. mary's or from his lucrative career. people were greeting him by name when he couldn't even remember their faces, though he felt no shame about that; in fact, it was amusing as fuck. vince felt like a celebrity, which was the exact fuel his inferno of an ego needed. feeling the weight of someone's eyes on him, vincent turned, offering the face a widespread grin as their gazes met; ❛ hey there.... you !! youuuuu, you you you... uh, do i know you ?? ❜