<strong>Ashvale Tavern/Grill. </strong><br/><br/><strong>"To be honest a town like this bores me, I am a city boy and when I am not traveling I need to be on the road. Every once in a while I get lost and end up in a small town like this but I am around a few days before I am back on the road, it's been like that for the past few years. I saw most of the country from behind the bars of "Diane." </strong><br/>Every since his family's death he cared little for a place like Ashvale, it was in a place like this he was forced to remember what he had lost. He smiled at them and the idea of their "fun", which he could only describe of not that much from the pink hues their blushing cheeks were displaying. Taking his drink in hand, he finished it quickly and ordered another one, his hunger was starting to peek and he kept looking for his order to come in.<br/><em>You girls are more innocent then a pair of nuns after Sunday school. </em><br/><br/><strong>"You dolls don't look like the type I can have to much fun with, I have a feeling I would have to get you back home before curfew." </strong><br/>He was toying with them now, teasing them back as they teased him with their flirtatious winks. A sly curve cracked in the corner of his lips. Vincent leaned forward before he spook again.<br/><strong>"I am sorry about your grandmother, but I am afraid that I would have more in common with her then I would with her lovely granddaughters." </strong><br/><em>But the granddaughters I am sure are a hell of a lot more pretty to look at.</em><br/>The food and extra drinks had finally arrived, the sane smiling waitress came back. Vincent nodded for her to get closer, she complied, allowing him to whisper something in her ear. She nodded and then went off again, the rock and country music soon shifted to what considered oldies. Frank Sinatra and music iconic from the 50's and 60's began to play in the tavern bar.<br/><br/>