"Yeah, and the thing not getting me killed is a little luck and a lot of magic." He smiles and plants one slightly more chaste kiss on Vincent's cheek. "You made a really funny sound, that squeaking. I'm trying to get you to do it again." He grins, but that grin says he's got ulterior motives.

"Yeah...well....what if the luck gives out then?" Vincent is just being stubborn. And he knows it. He blushes bright red with the kiss and his words. "It's not like I'm doing it on purpose." He says softly before seeing that grin. "Do you have any other reasons for it?" He asks.

"Talent and training take luck's place." He smiles, almost smug, and the smile changes to something like giggling, "Well of course, I'm trying to get in your pants. I'm not exactly celibate you know--and don't worry Harold, it won't happen in the car." Harold mumbles something, it sounds a lot like 'it'd better not', or maybe some sort of nasty word. It's hard to tell over the radio.

Vincent just shakes his head, thinking about how those two can fail a person as well. Though he does hope that it doesn't happen to Liethell. He makes this strange noise of his, turning a nice shade of red at Liet's words. He just made Vincent's brain malfunction a bit. "...but..." He doesn't even know what to say to that to tell the truth.

"Butts? Oh don't worry, I'll touch your butt when we're alone." He nods, "I promise to be gentle. A good butt is a treasure you know, you must treat it with the utmost care and respect." As he speaks about the value of butts, Trissie up front can be heard snickering and snorting. Vincent can get the general idea why--Liet's being absolutely ridiculous, and it's making Harold visibly agitated.

Vincent just bows his head, shaking his head as well. He's still a bright red, he can't make it go away...though he does realize the point of it and is smiling a bit. "Are you trying to drive him....insane or something?" He isn't sure whether Liet's trying to drive Harold insane or anger him or what.

"Noooo." He grins towards the end of the 'no'. He tries to look innocent, but he can't do it. He knows exactly what he's doing and he can't hide it very well. "I just, you know, appreciate a fine, A-grade booty such as your own, is all." And to prove his point, he reaches around and pinches the mentioned booty.

Vincent just looks over at him, smiling a bit and shaking his head. Liet is indeed failing at the looking innocent thing. Nice try though. He does his squeak thing again, kind of jumping,jerking a bit at the pinch. "A-grade booty is sensitive. That's why it's A-grade." It's not tough and nasty like other bootys.

"That's the best kind of booty, in my opinion." He laughs, especially because of his squeak. He doesn't press much farther, most likely because man he's upsetting is driving the car, is very large, resembles a lumberjack, and his knuckles are pale white as he holds the steering wheel. It's time to stop, or Harold might not remain so kind much longer...

Vincent chuckles a bit, still embarrassed and blushing a bit. Though he also notices Harold and how...well...angry he looks while trying to not look angry. He thinks it might be scarier than if he just looks angry and all. He moves closer to liet without thinking. It's so he can feel safer.

Liet wraps his arms around him and nuzzles his cheek, and he allows him to be still for a while. For now, he doesn't do much, and it seems just as well. Harold is busy driving, and it'll be a few hours until they get there...

Vincent nuzzles him back a bit before laying his head n Liet's shoulder. After a bit, he starts yawning...since the car ride is now getting boring. He can't help it as boring starts making him feel tired actually/ He's about to just go to sleep, using Liet as a pillow.

Liethell lets him sleep, as the car ride will be a while, and sleep is the only real thing they can do. Harold isn't exactly a road trip games sort of man, and neither is Trissie...

As Vincent wakes up, he feels the car going much slower now, and making more turns than usual. A quick peek out the window reveals they're in an urban area, making turns down city streets and Trissie and Harold are murmuring about which street it is and where to drop them off. Liethell rubs Vincent's shoulder absently, watching the driver and his copilot talk. He doesn't notice Vincent is awake, at first, but when he does, he gives him a big grin and he speaks,
"Hey Vincent, we're getting pretty close."

Vincent isn't neccesarily quick to move or anything. It's comfortable to him to say the least. He yawns a bit, unable to help it before finally moving, rubbing his eyes a bit. "Really?" He might get more excited when he's more awake. "How long did I sleep?" It didn't feel that long to him to tell the truth, but maybe it was longer than he thought, he has no clue.

"A few hours, not very long." He keeps rubbing his shoulder, as if to comfort him, though there is no bad experience to comfort him from. It may be he just enjoys touch. "It's four in the afternoon, almost five. If you're hungry, we can go get something to eat before we stop by my place."

Vincent just yawns again, working on that waking up thing. "Okay then..." Usually he doesn't do the nap thing, it's a bit strange for him. It doesn't bother him or anything that Liet is touching him or anything. Whether he realizes it or not, he does like it. "Mmm..." His stomach decides to gurgle a bit unhappily at that point. "I think my stomach would like that..."

"Anything in particular, sleepyhead?" He glances forward just in time to catch a car blaring it's horn at them for idling at a green light. He winces at the sound. "We'll probably have to walk there if you don't mind, I hate city driving..."

Vincent just shakes his head. "Long as it doesn't look like it'll kill me, I'll eat it." And he might eat it even then depending on things. He kind of jumps at the horn, glaring at the other car. "That's fine by me." He's been walking most of his life when he did go somewhere.

"Good." He nods. Blessedly, they find a parking spot soon enough, and Liet is one of the first to hop out. He digs underneath he seat and produces a long, white can. A blind an's cane. He reaches out to Vincent. "Come on then. Don't mind the cane, it's just to keep up my reputation above ground." He smiles.
Harold steps around the car to let Trissie out. He kisses the back of her hand and links his arm in hers to lead her to the sidewalk, all of which she accepts with a shining smile. The whole routine is so gentlemanly, it's hard to believe he was a few seconds from losing his temper earlier in the day. "We'll meet you a little later, Liethell. You know where." He rumbles as he speaks and places a few coins in the parking meter. Before long, he's gone...

Vincent smiles a bit, letting Liet dig out whatever first before getting out himself. "O...kay then." He thinks it's a bit weird, but it isn't him doing it so it's whatever really.

He blinks, a bit surprised and how Harold is now compared to the angry one from earlier. He smiles though when he sees all of it. It's sweet....and nice to know that what he saw earlier isn't the way Harold always is and everything. "Bye." He says softly as the other two leave.

The older man smiles at Vincent's quiet goodbye. "He really is a sweet man when he wants to be. We like to portray people like him as evil, anti-gay bigots, and I guess I forget sometimes that he has his own family and friends..." He reaches out to hold Vincent's hand and squeezes it. "I'll apologize to him later. I think he just wants to cool down now. Would you like to lead the way to lunch Vincent?"

"Well...some of them are like that..." Vincent says softly-he's met a few of them and ran away shortly afterwards to say the least. "Though...it's good that he isn't one of those..." Then it would be more than just his size that'd scare Vincent. He smiles a bit. "Good...because it would be horrible if he became one of those and all..." The bigot and all. "Where do you want to eat?" He asks after his question. He's not picky on food.

Liet nods and ho-hums as if he's paying close attention to Vincent's talk about bigotry. He's trying to put it behind him though. Why would he want to admit he was a jerk?
"I'll eat anything." He blurts out, "I love fine dining, but you have to lower your standards sometimes..."

Vincent just saw it, somewhat, as Liet kind of poking fun at Harold, though he did go too far. But it didn't end badly so it seems alright to him at the moment. He laughs a bit when Liet blurts out and all. "Well...it's up to you." Since Vincent is kind of very broke. And both of them will eat anything it seems.

"I suppose it is, but I'm supposed to look blind here." He grins and takes Vincent's hand in his and begins walking in one direction, sweeping the cane over the sidewalk as he goes. "You get some really sweet benefits when you're blind sometimes."

"Yeah, but you could still tell me what kind of food." Vincent says, kind of snorting a bit. He hasn't been in this area and so knows nothing about it beyond he knows it has a mcdonalds more than likely, or something like it. He just shakes his head a bit. "You're horrible."

"How about pasta? I love pasta." He grins, "Plus this place gives me great service. Look for a sign that says Othello's." The sign he mentioned isn't on this block, but is some ways down. It's a bit of a walk, but Liet doesn't seem bothered by it.

"Pasta is always good." Vincent says simply as they walks. "Alright then...what's good there?" He asks a bit randomly as they keep on. After awhile, he sees the sign. "We're almost there." He says simply.

"A lot is good there. It's not great. It's just good. I like anything with their cheese on it, that's particularly good, but again, it's not great." He rambles on, and the ridiculousness is not in his odd choice of words, but rather in the seriousness with which he speaks about the matter. It's as if whether or not the Othello's down the road has great food or good food has a large impact on his life, or perhaps he's simply rambling to cover up his thoughts...

Vincent can't help but giggle. "I don't really think anywhere has great food...they just had different good foods." Which, of course, everyone's definition of good or great differs. He just watches Liet, tilting his head a bit. "You're acting a bit different....why?" He's not completely oblivious to this not being normal and all.

"Different?" He gives him a strange look. He's not looking right at him though, he's looking at something slightly to his left and behind him. "I don't know what you're talking about. I think it's honestly shameful, the way Othello's treats it's pasta. No loving care at all, humph." He shakes his head.

Vincent tilts his head a bit, he doesn't know why, but it worries him a bit. It could be an act...since he's supposed to be acting blind and all but it just feels weird a bit. He looks around a bit, partially to see where they are...he has never been here before...and to see if he's actually looking at something. "Do you not want to go there then?"

Liethell isn't looking at anything interesting. He simply missed Vincent's face. Thankfully, Othello's is right up ahead. To Vincent's left is a street with many cars parked along the sidewalks, but very few cars actually driving down this way. There are restaurants along both sides of the road, as well as a hipster-ish record shop, a hookah bar, a candy store, and some breed of comic book store with signs proclaiming when and where their Magic: the Gathering tournaments happen.
"Of course I want to go!" He grins and waves him off. Apparently, the pasta isn't all that shameful..

Vincent likes this area, it has interesting things. Or maybe the other places had interesting things and he never stopped to see them. He isn't sure to tell the truth. He might have been worried about other things at the time. He snorts a bit, shaking his head at his words. "Well, for a moment it sounded like you didn't." He says, smiling a bit. He just leads the other inside and everything.

"Oh don't mind me. I'll eat anything, but only certain things really earn my praise." He grins as he walks in. Some server just outside waves to Liet, but stops when he remembers the older man can't see. "Good evening Liethell, who's your friend?" Liet pats Vincent's shoulder, and he tries to look at this server, but the crowd is slightly noisier, and he winds up looking at part of the wall as he speaks.
"Vincent is my cousin, I thought it'd be nice if I show him around while he's in town. Could we have a table?" To which, the server smiles, "Of course. Could you follow me?" He asks the second question to Vincent. It seems he's the leader here, as Liet is holding his cane off the ground. Inside, it's a little too narrow to be swinging a cane everywhere, and it's a busy place. It smells lovely.
They're seated by a window, and Liet places his cane on the sill, so nobody kicks it down. They're given menus, and the smiling blonde that is their waiter pulls a notepad from thin air. "My name is Brennan, and I'll be your waiter for the night! Can I start you off with anything?" He's looking at Vincent as he speaks.

Vincent laughs a bit. "Pretty much all food is good in my opinion...unles it tries to kill me or something." He smiles a bit at the server. He nods a bit, leading Liet to the table and all. His stomach makes hungry noises as he can smells the place. It does smell kind of tasty. Too bad not all food places smell tasty like this.

He looks at Liet at the question. "You know what you want?" He's horrible when it comes to places with menus...especially new places...it takes forever for him to decide what he wants beyond the drink.

"Yeah, I'm getting my usual." He smiles and leans on his elbows, watching nothing in particular. "I usually have the tortellini. Best thing on the menu." He offers Vincent his big smile, and Brennan chips in, "I can always come back later to take your order if you like."

Vincent snorts a bit. "And what's that?" He has to ask. "Well....I can try what he said...because I can take forever staring at choices." And he isn't lying because he will debate, in his head, on the merits of one food versus another and all.

"Of course, two orders of tortellini, and would you like anything to drink Vincent?" He's writing down the orders. It's unusual how fast he writes, and how he can write without looking at the paper. Liet nudges Vincent. "It's just a kind of noodle with meat inside. I think they use beef here. It's delicious."

Vincent just nods a bit. "Sweet tea would be nice." He grew up where the beverage of choice was sweet tea. It's the way he rolls. He just smiles at Liet a bit. "I haven't found a noodle yet that I don't like." He says simply.