Vince ~ with Mila and asking a round of toasting for the occasion<br/><br/>Vince leaned to Mila as she smiled and asked for a refill. His fingers brushed under her chin and he gave her a wink, "Keep ah wary eye oot for ghosties inna shadows. Darkness what moves ah bit tis 'hem for sure.  I'll be back afore yah blink twice."<br/><br/>[Keep a wary eye out for ghosts in the shadows. Darkness that moves is not a shadow. I'll be back before you blink twice]<br/><br/>With that he was gone on a mission to rescue the champagne bottle from the tawdry fingers of Angus. Vince wondered if it was chilled enough but this bottle was fresh and the cool of the ice frosted the cloth around it. Vince dressed his arm in a white linen cloth and held the champagne bottle properly.<br/><br/>He returned with a grin. The pleasure was his. "I'll be servin yah first, me Lady." Vince said as he carefully pour to Mila's glass.<br/><br/>"An I've ah duty to our family as well," He said softly for her alone and then turned to the gathering but stayed beside her. Not a claim but a promise.<br/><br/>"More Champagne?" Vince asked the warmth of his offer only exceeded by his grin and eyes full of mischief.<br/><br/>Vince didn't care what they had been. He cared to learn them as they were now, one at a time and offering each a fresh start. Sure life taints a soul, shapes a will, sharpens courage and molds trust. But life's ongoing and so's the adapting, and overcoming. Reborn anew, each day awaking like the sun.<br/><br/>"Shall we lift ah glass in honor of each other?" Vince asked to one and all.<br/><br/>"An shall each give ah toast?" His eyes to Marcus, "Beginnin with you Sir, seein's as how you're the rightful lead."<br/><br/>