Vincent peaked his head out from the bathroom once more when Liz had came back, taking the clothes and retreating back into the bathroom, shutting the door. After about a minute or two later, he came out wearing the loose fit jeans and white v-neck. He took a seat on the couch, looking at the floor for a moment not sure what to say. He lifted his head slightly to glance at Liz, then at the beer sitting on the table. He hesitated for a minute before taking one of the cans. He opened it and drank a little of it. It was hard to say if he ever recalled having any beer before. If he did, he must not have remembered it. "So... uh.. Thanks for letting me stay here..." he said, quietly as he drank some more from the can.<br/><br/>Why was he acting like this? Was it because she knew who he was now? Or was it because he was basically living with a girl now? Well, things seemed fine for the most part, so he wouldn't worry too much about it. He continued to drink what was left from the can of beer that he had. Once he finished it, he set it down on the table. He was staring at it for a moment, trying to concentrate on it for some apparent reason. There was no reason, but, even though he could not remember when the last time he had beer, he could remember why. It was because he was easy to get drunk. That was the problem. And whenever he go drunk, things would take a turn for the worse. And right now, it was clear as day on his face, that Vincent Roads was drunk.