Vincent burst out laughing at about the same time Terrick did, and shook his friends hand in return." I got in late last night, and skirts don't pay for clothes like these..." he said looking his friend over. It had been a while since they had seen each other, and Terrick looked about the same excruciating more facial hair and a little more tanned. The comment he made was half true, he was back east hunting different criminals, but the pay was better.  " Come on Terrick, you know skirt can't pay for clothes like these," he said holding his coat opened a bit." and my britches hold up better than you think..." Taking the slap in the back he laughed again at Terrick being himself. " Sounds good.... though ill take whiskey instead..." Vincent followed Terrick into the Nugget and to the bar where they both sat down at the bar. " So how the hell have you been?" Vincent said as he jabbed his friend lightly in the ribs.