(Seems to me that this RP is on the verge of death, allow me to add some of my magic touches)<br/><br/>As this whole ordeal goes on near the entrance of the bar Vincent sits on the other side of the bar out of view chatting with a couple friends. It doesn't take long for their conversation to come to an end and the group goes their separate ways for the night.<br/>As Vincent begins to leave he notices a familiar car, he knew who this car belonged to since the owner of it is seen as a real annoyance around where he lives. He begins to turn for the opposite direction before noticing the owner of the car, Anna, and her little detective friend near the entrance of the bar.<br/>"Oh shit..." He says in a shocked yet silent tone of voice. He begins to pick up his pace a bit hoping to not be seen by the two detective ladies.