Gin opened the door to the night-black car and sat himself in it, closing the door behind him. He sat there silently, sinking back into the comfortable seat, keeping his mind thought-free.
"Hm? You're back already?" His partner Vodka in the next seat asked him.
"... Vermouth was there." He kept fairly quiet, just wishing that he could be left alone for half a minute.
"What did she want with you?" He asked her, seeming just a little too interested.
"Valentine's Day." Gin muttered, saying nothing more.
"Well..." Vodka trailed off, sounding a bit embarrassed. Something was definitely wrong with him. Gin looked over at his partner; he was pulling something out of the inside of his jacket. Something red...
Gin realized what it was. He sighed and pulled his hat over his eyes, laying back and ignoring his partner. Vodka hastily put the card back into his coat. "Well, it is Valentine's day..." The man let his gaze drop awkwardly to the floor of the car.
Gin tried his hardest to ignore the world and think of nothing. Why were all the people who he worked with such idiots?
Really really short one, but one I felt I had to do after the one with Vermouth. Gin is such an interesting character.
