<strong>Ashvale Tavern/Grill. </strong><br/><br/>Vincent smiled and circled around the table as they ladies took their shots, playing with them, keeping the game light and fun. When it had finally ended he accepted their invitation and took a seat across from them at a small corner both of the establishment.<br/><strong>"It would be a pleasure ladies, what luck has dealt me a pair of queens to join me for the evening." </strong><br/><br/><br/>The waitress had their orders but asked if he wished to order, nodding he ordered a large steak- medium rare with all the fixings. The waitress  took the order and stopped him when he reached into his pocket for a Nazi issues Zippo lighter and cigarette case. The piece of history had been taken off a dead officer in the final days of the Nazi-occupation of France, a battle he slowly relived in his head while the items were out.<br/><strong>"So young ladies in a town like this, what is there to do? Does not seem like a place that would be suited for a couple of young women." </strong><br/><br/>He shifted in his seat and thanked the waitress when she showed up with his spiced rum and coke, sending her off with a wink and ass slap that sent the middle aged woman back to her teen years, walking off with wide eyes and a giggle. Smiling at the ladies he looked at the both of them, they were young enough to be his grand daughters he figured, if his children would have lived long enough and actually had children.