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"Alright. It's a deal," Vince nodded, taking another drag of the cigarette, not taking his eyes off his waiter - and Rody could feel the elation get to him more than the wine. Excitement was a buzz just underneath his skin, and he could just hug Vince if he was sure he wouldn't be stabbed for that.
"Does that mean you'll give me a raise?"
Vince laid a gentle palm on Rody's face. His thumb briefly charted a way between two little moles on his cheek, precisely, even without seeing much in the dark. Rody's breath hitched as Vince leaned in closer, enough for Rody to feel the heat of his skin, could practically taste it on the tip of his tongue - and then Vince puffed out a cloud of smoke in his face. Rody wrinkled his nose and gagged, turned on, confused and so very, very drunk.
"No."
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Rody is almost 30 with no education, no career prospects, his love life is fucked and his apartment can barely be considered a living space. Vincent is seeing strange dreams lately. They get drunk, they make a deal: Rody doesn't quit the job and gives Vince guitar lessons while Vince teaches him how to cook. Let's see where this leads.