Vincent smiled lightly to himself, letting silken raven locks fall forward over his pale features. He felt a little exposed with out his crimson cloak but he would have to make do, after all this was a night of friends and fun. He would survive, as Cid Highwind so elegantly pointed out.

"Oi! Vampy! Ya better not be angstin' on me over there in the corner!" Cid grinned, he laughing boisterously. He maneuvered across the packed bar a short distance to stand beside the alabaster skinned gunman.

Vincent chuckled lightly, garnet eyes glittering with silent mirth. Cid's grin got wider, the several bottles of beer seemed to have loosened the darker up. "Not at all Chief. I'll admit the alcohol has helped in my…ah,'unwinding'. Also, as far as I'm a where anyhow, 'angst' is not a verb." Vincent let his smile grow wider, leaning against the pilot's muscular shoulder.

'If this how Vin is when he's a lil' buzzed I would have gotten 'im drunk years ago' However since this is Cid Highwind we're talking about, the thought was soon accompanied by triple x rated images(and once again, he was grateful for Vincent's naivety …and dim lighting…definitely the dim lighting.)

"Ah, well, ya learn new things everyday. 'Specially with Captain Highwind!" Said captain mentally patted himself on the back for keeping anything revealing out of his voice.

Laughing once more the two lapsed in a comfortable conversation. Just talking as friends do(albeit ones that are rather close , even as far as best friends go)or making quips about the antics of their friends. It seemed Yuffie managed to convince Cloud and Reno to join her in twisted (and sadly sober) version of "Caramell Dansen". During it all (1) seemed to realized that he wasn't needed at the moment and fell dormant.

"ALRIGHT!!" The amplified shout tearing the pair away from their discussion of whether or not moogles were more bats or bear things.

"It's time to choose a new victim! Now remember the rules people, If chosen you absolutely have to sing the song you're given!" The lanky disc-jockey began to prattle on, scanning the crowd for some poor unfortunate soul that had to humiliate themselves in front of, for the most part, drunken spectators.

"Damn, wonder who's unlucky fucker gonna be?" Cid mumbled, lighting a cigarette. Sighing as sweet nicotine filled smoke curled it's ways in his abused lungs.

"No idea. One could only hope that this one will be able to at the very least hold some sort of tune" Vincent murmured over the rim of the 'Bud Select'(2) bottle, of course referring to the last few patrons who, frankly sucked.

Cid uttered another booming laugh. Rolling the cig between his lips, he prepared to say something back to his vampiric friend, but before he could get a syllable out a bright stage light landed on said long haired man.

"YOU THERE!! Pretty boy, come on up and serenade us a little melody!"

Even in his shocked state, Vincent was sure the tan blonde had not only swallowed smoke but rather the entire cigarette.

1:Watch IT.

2:Because thats how the Vidals roll.....At least the ones who are legal.