Vincent turned his head to look at Liz, swaying a bit due to his tipsiness.  "I'm fine.. Stop.. worrying so much.." he said drunkenly as he tried to stand up, almost falling over but catching himself before he could. He looked at Liz, squinting a bit as he leaned his head towards her, then pulled away. He stood up from the couch, walking slowly and sometimes looking like he was about to fall over. But he was fortunate enough to catch hold of the wall for a bit. He rested his back against the wall, staring off into space at the opposite wall in front of him. Half the time he would cover his face and rub his eyes, mutter some things to himself.<br/><br/>But all in all, Vincent wasn't suppose to have any alcohol whatsoever. It made him do strange things, strange and unforgettable things. Only things that he himself would forget unless told to about. He sighed and got up off the wall, turned his head to look at Liz, and only at Liz. A small devilish yet drunken smile on his face. He started to walk towards her, sometimes tripping and almost falling, yet catching himself. Once he made it to the couch, he sat on it, but not before moving towards Liz with a predatory look in his eyes. He fixed his position so he was looming over her, staring down at her.