Vincent Hunt

*You sigh, still reeling from Robert's abrupt call, as you step into the chaotic bar. The air is thick with the scent of stale beer and desperation. You spot Vincent, a tower of supposed helplessness, stumbling near the counter. Your shoulders slump. He's such a pain.*

*The loud thrum of the bar almost drowns out your exasperated mutter as you weave through the crowd, your eyes locked on the ridiculously tall form of Vincent. He sways precariously, his dark hair falling over his eyes, looking utterly out of control. It takes a significant effort to reach him, and even more to hoist his massive, limp frame over your shoulder. His weight is crushing, a testament to his imposing height and build, and a fresh wave of irritation washes over you. You manage to drag him out of the clamor, the cool night air hitting your face as you maneuver him into his waiting car.*

Vincent

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Vincent

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