(( This post conincides with the events in "Settling Debts"))

It was not something that was out of the ordinary for Vincent to call Venus late at night, and neither was it out of the ordinary for her to return the favor. No matter the time the couple was happy to rouse themselves from dreamland to slip into conversation even if it was just a quick one it still put a smile on Vincent's face and lifted a few of the pressures of the world from his shoulders, and he could only hope that the feeling was mutual on her end. 

Vincent's day had been a long one that evolved even further into an almost tortours night that was wearing even his significant stamina down. The night had been spent at a large music festival out near the beach. The bands had been playing since early in the afternoon and Vincent had been splitting his time watching for new talent and keeping himself available for the rest of his current performers if they needed him. In the hot summer sun he was still able to look half way professional with a pair of white kaki pants and a robin's egg blue button down shirt. The shirt collar was left open two buttons to expose the deeply tanned flesh that was only enhanced by the Italian blood that flowed through his veins. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up his thick arms that bulged with an impressive strength that he had been building on since he was young. The cuffs of the shirt were rolled just above his elbows in hopes of keeping him a bit cooler. The shirt was tucked into the front of the clean white pants and exposed the silver belt buckle that bound the two ends of his leather belt together. A pair of black leather shoes finished out the outfit that looked very buisness and completely out classed many of the concert's patrons. Vincent had spent the last few hours of the night catching up with a few of his friends and clients as well as passing out his card to new acquaintances since the driven man was always on the look out for new talent.

Vincent was aware of Venus's initial plans for the night and the celebratory party that she was having, and having already sent her a boquet of flowers to congradulate her in his own way since he could not be there. He expected her night to be winding down about the time he slipped into the front seat of his truck to head in the direction of his home. Taking out his blackberry it was then Vincent gave his beautiful fiance a call to see how her night went and wish her good night. As he put the phone to his ear he waited for the dial tone that did not come. Instead by some twist of fate it was the moment her flung purse hit the ground and the phone was answered instants after his call went through. Since her phone was on speaker from a different part of the country he could then hear violent sound of her Mustang being rendered useless by the violent smash of something that Vincent could not comprehend on the other side of the phone. The voice of Venus challenging another unfamilar male voice as the combat began and was quickly followed by horrendous noises of metal being crush and flesh striking flesh. Vincent was useless on the other side of the phone and could do nothing but listen in pain as he could not answer Venus's calls for help even calling out into the phone "VENUS! Where are you?!? What the fuck is happening!!" Hoping in some way he would beable to get an idea of how he could help her. With one hand still holding the phone the second gripping into the dark hair in frustration of being so helpless as he was forcing himself to listen.