<div align="center"><strong>-=Vincent Kincaid – Adorable sleepy haze mode – Vincent’s Quarters=-</strong></div><br/>Taking in a slow deep breath, Vincent stirred slightly in his bed as his arm searched the empty space next to him with his eyes still closed.  After a moment of sweeping without success, he lifted his head a few inches off his pillow and partially opened his heavy eyelids.  His mind was still lagging from his deep slumber so it took him a second or two to realize Mae was not only absent from his bed, but also his room as a whole.  A disappointed frown tugged lightly at his lips as he noticed the indentation in the extra pillow next to his without the lingering heat in the mattress from having just missed her.  Granted it would only take a minute or two for that warmth to dissipate, but the co-pilot preferred to at least be conscious as his girlfriend prepared for her morning shift.  Then again, it had happened before where he appeared conscious for the short time Mae was getting ready, even going as far as exchanging slurred banter and other friskier actions without only to lose all recollection of that.<br/><br/>Without the option of having the genuine article to cuddle up against, Vincent settled for using a proxy in the form of her pillow as he pulled it under his arm and against his chest.  A languid moan of delight reverberated in his throat as the subtle aroma of Mae’s hair that had lingered in the fabric of the pillowcase drifted into his nose.  Satisfied with the silver lining of his mildly disappointing moment of semi-alertness, Vincent closed his eyes and begun to drift back into dreamland when he heard a partially muffled effeminate voice from the other side of his door.<em>”Hey there Capt,n No-Pants, how’s it hanging?”</em>The nickname Mae had chosen suggested as to the attire Griff had chosen to wear that morning, or lack thereof and he couldn’t help but chuckle lightly.  Ever since their last group of passengers the notion of Griff’s all-naturale walkabouts had become synonymous with Mrs. Sylvester.  Vincent had wished she hadn’t left the ship for moments such as those even at his own risk of falling victim to her feisty nature.  The green-eyed monster that had until recently thrown him into a jealous fit at the notion of Griff flaunting himself in front of Mae had been banished in the wake of recent events.  Namely how Mae was now his girlfriend.  He trusted her completely and knew that while together any flirtatious banter she exchanged with the rest of the crew wouldn’t have the meaning behind it that she reserved for him.  This time it was only one eye that opened partially to look at his door wondering if he would soon have a visitor.