Note: Just a short little scene between Vincent and Veld. I know they aren't that far apart in age, but I see Vincent as a "crazy kid" (in Verdot's words) and Veld as the leader type. Enjoy!
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Intermission
Vincent had his head in the refrigerator, looking through the various types of alcohol, trying to decide what he wanted. Veld was out in the hallway and nearly walked by, but stopped when he saw Vincent. He silently walked up behind him.
"You look like an ostrich with your head in the sand, Valentine," he said. Vincent jumped up, hitting his head on the top of the fridge with a loud crack.
"Damn it, Veld!" he yelled, holding a beer in one hand and his head in the other. Veld, still smirking, started digging around one of the drawers and pulled out a bottle of Vicodin.
"Relax, you're fine," he said. Vincent glared and snatched the bottle from him.
"What the hell was that about?" he said angrily. He walked over to the fridge and slammed the door shut before collapsing on the couch.
"Turks should never be caught off guard," Veld stated simply and sat down next to him.
"Whatever," Vincent muttered. He put his feet up on the table and turned on the T.V.
"What's your problem today?" Veld asked.
"I thought you already had that list," Vincent said derisively.
"I'm serious, smart ass. What is it?"
"Had some trouble with the job in Junon. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong. It was a mess." Veld nodded.
"I heard. Then you should see the value in my lesson."
"Valuable if a nutcase ever tries to ambush you while you're looking through a fridge," grumbled Vincent.
"Get over it, kid. This isn't the last headache you'll get," Veld informed him.
"What is it with you and your life lessons?" Vincent asked. He stood up and went to the fridge. He took out two beers and a jar of salsa, then grabbed a bag of chips off the counter. He handed one beer to Veld, then sat back down.
"You'd rather do without them?"
"No, I wouldn't want to deprive you of your hobby," Vincent said and grinned.
"Cute, Valentine. Aren't you witty today."
"More like every day," he replied and started flipping through channels. He gave up after a few minutes and sighed. "Cheap asses, can't even spring for cable."
"No one would get any work done."
"Like they already don't waste a good part of the day online."
"If there's nothing to do, why are you here? Why not go to the bar?" Veld asked and turned to look at Vincent. He shrugged and focused on watching the T.V.
"Didn't feel like it tonight."
"Or most other nights."
"So? Maybe I don't like all that noise. I don't, actually. Or all of the people." Veld laughed and turned back around.
"I don't blame you. I never quite understood the appeal of going to the bar," he said and looked at the clock. "I need to get going, there's a meeting first thing in the morning." He stood up and threw his bottle in the trash can. "Don't overdo it, kid."
"Another life lesson?" Vincent asked.
"Yeah," Veld said and walked out.
"You, too, old man," Vincent said quietly to the empty doorway.
