Vincent tilted his head a bit when he heard his name, but didn't think much about it. He took ahold of Liz's wrists in one hand, practically pinning her to the couch. He advanced, situating himself so he was sitting on her. One knee on each side of her waist. He stared down at her, watching her intently and carefully. Like a predator watching it's prey. Now Liz would know how dangerous it was to allow Vincent to have alcohol. It would completely change his persona. From a happy and friendly guy, to a vicious predator. Vincent lowered his head a bit so their faces were about 5 inches apart. His eyes looked deeply into hers, even though he was drunk somewhat. Liz could blame all of this on Tony if she wanted to.<br/><br/>"You... Should stop worrying about me all the time.." he started to say, rambling drunkenly. "Cause I don't need anyone to look out for me..." He fixed his hand positions a bit, now each hand was holding one of Liz's wrists. "You don't know how hard my life..." before he could finish his sentence, sleep overtook him and he collapsed onto Liz. Their lips accidentally colliding. His grip on her wrists loosened greatly, and he was now knocked out, asleep.