Liz pulled out a blanket from her closet and put it on top of Vincent.  She was guessing that he would be passed out there till morning so she decided to let him sleep there for the time being.  She kept looking over at him once in awhile, growing more and more curious about their new relation.  He was drunk when he kissed her, so that probably meant that he didn't like her.<br/>'but then again, they say that you reveal a lot about yourself when you're drunk......'<br/><br/>Liz blushed at the thought of a handsome masked hero possibly liking her.  The idea was ridiculous and sounded like it was straight out of a story book.  As much as she loved to read and imagine what living in a story as a heroine would be like, she had learned fairly quickly that things like that don't happen.  This was especially true when it came to love.  Love in real life could never be as perfect and amazing as love in a story......