Lucretia stepped up to the payphone, eyeing lady-talk a lot as she strutted away and lifted the receiver. Before putting it to his face, he wiped the plastic earpiece and mouth piece with his tee shirt and then wedged it between a frail shoulder and his face, fishing the slip of napkin with a messily jotted phone number from his pocket, inserted the coins, and punched in the number.

Lucretia had leaned against the wall beside the payphone and crossed his arms, listening to the phone ring, the to the click and a recognizable voice reciting a script from a machine to leave a message and he’ll get back to the caller as soon as he could. Then the irritable long beeep and another click.

He’d left a short message and then hung up to the sound of the change depositing into the middle of the machine.

Two hours later, Cree was dressed in a pair of fitting Canyon Rive Blue Jeans that were beginning to fade but had no holes in them. He wore a tight black tee shirt with a sharp cornered vampire face similar to a smiley face made out of triangles on the chest in purple. He sat at a table by the window, a mug of hot chocolate sitting in front of him and another sitting in front of the other chair across from him, that one steaming hot. Hanging over the back of his chair was a black sweater that he’d discarded upon entering.

He looked relaxed, one foot drawn into the seat. He looked the very essence of carefree and confident.

The small bell on the door handle jingled as Vincent walked into the cafe. He wore a pair of slightly tight fitting black jeans, a pair of bright orange coloured converses, a black hooded sweat shirt advertising a local band, and a bright orange scarf that matched his converse. His hair black hair has been straightened, his bangs parted to one side and the back a bit spikey. Upon sighting Cree over at a different table, Vincent smiled and walked quickly over to him, sitting down on the other side of the table. His orange eyes had been lined in black eyeliner. Many would call this a very feminine thing to do, a guy wearing make up and doing his own hair, but now that several straight band members and movie stars did this, Vincent could get away with it as well without much of a fuss.

"Hello Cree."

He said softly, his lips curled into a smile. Brushing his bangs out of his face, Vincent wondered if he over did it. Or maybe he had under did it? He seemed a bit nervous, his foot tapping quickly and lightly on the floor, a habbit often refered to as jitter knee.

"How are you this fine evening?"

The voice was soft, and as much as he tried to mask his emotion, it did sound a bit nerveous as well.

Cree didn't look when the bell rang, he had seen Vincent approach the building through the window. He finally looked up when Vincent sat down across from him and smiled sweetly.

"Hello, Vincent." He, apparently, was not nervous in the slightest way and he was smiling lightly upon noticing that Vincent was nervous. He wondered, vaguly, how many time before Vincent had asked another of the male gender out on dates.

"I'm doing good, you?" Utterly comfortable. He took a drink from his mug.

When seeing how complettely comfortable Cree was, Vincent calmed down a bit. His foot stopped tapping, and he felt more at ease. It wasn't that Vincent had never been on a date with another guy before, it was just that it had been a while since Vincent had been on a date with anyone. Leaning back in his chair, his hands in the front pocket of his hoodie, he replied to Cree in a calmer voice.

"Pretty good, a bit cold."

Vincent said honestly, continuing to smile at Cree. His bands slid back in his face over one eye, and once again he lifted a hand up to brush it out of the way. He was relaxing more now that he was around Cree, but there was still a tinge of nerves present in his system. Over all though, he was glad he was going to have enjoyable company as well as what he hoped would be a good time tonight.

"So, where exactly do you want to go?"

He asked softly.

Cree could hear the sound of the shoe tapping the floor and leaned back, closing his eyes when it stopped, then opening them again when the other spoke.

"It's getting warmer." He's downgraded from a coat to a jacket and now to a mere sweater. "What about that cold, getting better?" He seemed to recall when they met a few days ago that Vincent had mentioned a possible cold that Cree had drawn back from. Watching the bangs fall over one of Vincent's eyes he was glad he'd cut all of his hair off a few months back.

"Well, first I'd like to finish my hot chocolate," he took another sip and then put the mug on the table. "And then if your hungry we can go get something to eat. If not, we'll see a movie." He thought he'd covered this on the message so he smiled patiently. "Speaking of which, what would you like to see?" Cree can watch anything really.

"Yes, my cold's complettely gone. I don't know what it was, it didn't give me a runny nose or anything, just made me feel literally cold all the time. Whatever it was is gone now."

He explained, softly. Returning his hands back into his hoodie's front pocket, Vincent thought for a moment. What movies were even out? He didn't have a TV in his shabby apartment, so he hadn't been able to see any previews for possible movies. He thought he saw an add for RENT, the music made movie on the side of bus, but chances were it was already out of theatres.

"I'm not very hungry, but if you'd like to go out to eat that's fine. And I'm going to be honest, I haven't a clue to what movies are out right now. I'm willing to see whatever movie you want to see."

His voice was still calm, but did had a bit of uncertainty to it. Vincent wasn't nearly as sure of himself as Cree seemed to be. Another example of this was the phone message. It wasn't that Vincent had forgotten the plan to eat and then go to a movie, it was just that he wanted to confirm and make sure, unsure that he had remembered correctly. After a moment of thought on what movies might be on, he remembered reading an advertisement for an art-film, something about cowboys. Although Vincent wasn't big on westerns, he thought he might as well sugjest something.

"I think there's a film out called Broke Back Mountain out? I don't really remember what it was about, but it's the one I remember seeing an add for in the papers"

"Chest colds. All they do is make you fell sluggish, some times they come with a good cough that makes you sound like a frog when you talk for weeks."

Cree happened to not have a television as well. Well, there was one in the appartment but it didn't work anymore, and even if it did, the electricity was off, so he had about as much knowlege of what was going on movie wise as Vincent. He smiled. "I don't either," he shook his head at how pitiful they must sound, clueless men.

You would be hard pressed to make Cree nervous. He just doesn't get nervous, especially on dates. This was a date, correct? Because to his knowlege, this is officially a first date, and he will continue to think so until Vincent corrects him.

He couldn't help, when Vincent mentioned going to see broke back mountian, laughing softly but merrily. The fact that Vincent didn't know what it was about was some how funnier. The idea of a gay cowboy movie hitting the headlines big and a gay, or bisexual, male didn't know what it was was amusing and cute. Cute...

"It's about," he said, when he stopped laughing, "a pair of gay cowboys." Who knows what else it was about, the gay part was the only thing that seriously got advertised. He wondered if Vincent would get more or less nervous sitting through that movie beside Cree.

Vincent put his hand to his mouth in attempt to cover his embaressed laugh. A tinge of pink turned to his pale cheeks as he laughed, his shoulder's shaking as he did so. When the fits of laughter had subsided, his stomach aching, he put his hand back in his pocket. His orange eyes looked into Cree's, they were filled with tears from laughing so hard.

"Oh really? I had no idea, honest."

Although Vincent was very insecure in most areas of himself, being bisexual was not something he doubted or was nervy about at all. It was part of who he was, and despite how nervous Vincent seemed in the coffee shop, he would be perfectly comfortable seeing a movie about gay cowboys.

"Well, would you like to see it?"

The way Vincent saw it, almost every good movie out now a days had a sex scene in it, or atleast a romantic relationship. For him, it would be more awkward to see a movie focused on a straight couple who would potentially have a sex scene. He was honestly infatuated with Cree. Cree's tiny frame and short hair was adorable in Vincent's eyes. The blush in Vincent's cheeks had faded, and he smiled softly at Cree.

Cree smiled. "Sure." He could see gay cowboys. It didn't strike him as the mostly likely ..er.. type to go the gay route but anything can happen anywhere and hell, it hadn't been done in the theaters yet. "We'll have to ficgure out the times." He lifted the mug and drained the last bit of liquid out of the cup, then looked down into it and swirled the residue of wet powder mix.

He half turned and drug the sweater over the back of the chair and put his arms into the sleeves. "Do you think we should get going?" And he pulled the sweater over his head, feeling the tickle of the material rubbing the short buz cut of his hair.

For the record, he would be absolutly thrilled to know that Vincent thought he was adorable.

He stood up and half leaned over the table. "You're cute when you blush." And it's good that you do it a lot.

This made Vincent blush even more. At the complement, he felt his stomach turn over.

"Why thank you . . ."

For a moment Vincnet was on the verge of complementing Cree, but didn't know if he ought to. After a few moments of internal struggeling, He spoke up as well, his blsuh returning to his cheeks once again.

"You're quite adorable yourself."

Biting his lip, Vincent nodded and stood up to go check out the times, and then see the movie. After walking to the door, Vincent held the door open for Cree and motioned for him to exit first.

See, and now he knows compliments make Vincent blush more. With is nice. “Of course.” That sounded just slightly sultry on his voice and he pushed the mug to the center of the table and grinned when he was complimented in return, standing up and putting his hands on his hips, squaring his shoulders back.

“I know.” Confident. Confident, confident, and well confident.

He followed Vincent to the door and then walked out, “Thaank you,” he said, pausing for him outside. He started to walk then paused again with a sheepish grin. “Haven’t got a car, so unless you have, we’re walking.”

The confident attitude Cree had was another trait that Vincent found adorable. Following Cree, Vincnet shook his head when the subject of cars was brought up.

"I guess we're walking then. Atleast it's not as cold as it was last week, and the theatre's not too far."

His hands in his pockets and his eyes on the side walk, Vincent walked beside Cree with a small smile on his face. Although he wasn't blushing, the cold wind blowing on his face turned his cheeks once again slightly pink. A small scraping noise emmited from his orange converses, on account he dragged his feet a little with each step. Secretly, when Cree wasn't looking, Vincent stole a look at him before turning his eyes back to the concrete. His smile was more of a grin now.

He nodded. "Walk it is then," and he started again. Cree walked with a swish of hips and a roll of shoulders and very quiet feet. He almost flowed, he's practiced this before.

He tucked his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, which was a misfit, probably half a size too big to look good and hung too long on him, and smiled contently. The cold didn't really color his cheeks but his ears and the end of his nose colored a faint red and his lips dried up quickly and set him to moisting them with his tongue every few steps.

He half turned and noted the grin, smiled, and laughed a soft, exaserated sound. "What?" He sounded amused by the grin. He stole his glances as well, purposfully timing them so that Vincent would notice every time he looked at him. And a few times when Vincent wasn't looking. He's confident but more so he's a shameless flatterer.

As Vincnet shook his head his bangs fell in his eyes again, still grinning.

". . . Nothing."

At first, Vincent thought that Cree must be looking at something bizare on the other side of himself. After looking over and seeing that there was nothing besides a street and a kid skateboarding, Vincent realized that Cree was indeed looking at him and doing nothing to hide it. Vincent blushed his cheeks turning even pinker. After walking a few more blocks, he found himself infront of the movie theatre with Cree. The next movie showing "Broke Back Mountain" was in 15 minutes. Vincent walked up to the counter and purchased two tickets.

"Do you want any popcorn?"

He asked Cree, once again holding the door to the theatre open for him.

Note the blush, Cree did that on purpose, you probably guessed that by now. He entered the theater and was hit in the face with the smell of butter and the sounds of the previous showings being released. He shook his head. "If you would like, I don't like popcorn." It gets stuck between his gums and his teeth and stays there for three teeth brushing sesions. The only thing worse then that is dirt under the fingernails.

He slipped between a few people, then brushed the back of his knuckles against Vincent's hand and moved off towards the consession stand, fishing in his pocket and pulling out a few bills.

Popcorn or not, he's getting a soda, syrupy and fizzy as they are.

When the cashier asked Cree if that was all he wanted, Vincent butted in and ordered himself a frozen cherry drink. Before Cree could pay, Vincent slid a few dollars over the counter to pay for both of their drinks. Vincent may be a bit shy, but he loves to spoil people he likes rotten with the little money he does have. Vincent felt a shiver run down his spine as Cree touched his hand, and sood began another internal battle with himself on weither or not to take his hand. Had it been an accident on Cree's part, or had it been done on purpose? Vincent was still a bit nervous, but after another moment or two of debating it, he took his frozen drink in one hand, and the other reached for Cree's hand gently.

Cree got the money half way across the counter before Vincent's money was accepted. He paused, smiled at him, and wondered if this was one of those situations where he ought to argue the fact or accept the gift gracfully. Cree was always a graceful creature. He pocketed his money again and nodded his thanks, taking the soda in one hand and closing his fingers around the hand that made it's way to his.

And he lead the way. Because sometimes he can't help it. It's not so much that Cree is a leader as it is when he knows where he's going, he goes. He held the door this time, since he arrived there first. The theater's lights were dim but not off yet and there was a group of giggling girls already forming in the middle rows, probably too young to veiw this movie alone.

"I'm sure they're gaurdian's won't be showing up," he commented, waiting to be lead onward. His mother would have never let him into an R movie alone until he was seventeen. And she'd scow scornfully at the parents of today.

"Thanks"

He spoke as Cree opened the door for him. Vincent winced slightly as he heard the high pitched giggleing of the girls. Though his parents probably would not aprooved him going to see a rated R movie when he was younger, they didn't often ask where he was going or what he was doing.

"I wish they would, and drag them off to a different movie. You know they'll be laughing and talking through the enitre film."

Wrapping his finger's around Cree's hand, Vincent held up his drink and took a sip of it. The artificial colouring from the cherry tinted his lips red, it almost looked as if he were wearing lipstick.

Cree smiled because of the coloring in the pale light. The lipstick color reminded him of little kids in the summer, sucking on snow cones and staining their fingers and mouths. And usually down the front of their shirts too. Thank God for stain remover eh?

"Yes, but if we sit in the back," and I promise he's not trying to be suggestive, "once the movie comes on, it'll drown them out." And then a sneaky grin spread over his face and made his eyes shin like a child. "They'll probably be so shocked they won't be able to open their mouths. They all look thirteen."

He wondered if they knew exactly what the general idea of this movie really was. There is a difference between Hearing about gay cowboys and seeing said cowboys in action.

Nodding, Vincent walked up the stairs to the back row, and then slid in to the middle of the row. Ironicly, the arm rest between the seat Vincent sat in and where Cree would sit (unless he jumped over Vincent to the other side) was broken off. Setting his cup in the cup holder on his other side, he sat down and sunk into the suprizingly comfortable chair. Vincent looked up at Cree and smiled, admiring the way he grinned and the way his eyes shone. He drew his knees up to his chest, his feet resting on the seat of the chair and his arms around his legs.

"Maybe if we're lucky they'll get wierded out and leave."

Well, the girls he knew in high school would. The uniformed Catholic school Vincent had gotten a scholarship to in his teens was more than just a bit conservative. The first boy Vincent had ever acctually had a relationship with and himself had gotten caught kissing in a confession booth by just the sort of girls sitting in the front of the theatre. Obviously Vincent and his friend had been kicked out and back to the public school system. Even there, being anything but straight was really never accepted.

Nah, being bisexual is tolerable and being a lesbian is highly and widely accepted by the male community.

Cree had a problem with girls one time. The fact that he was adorable but gay didn't help. Every girl devoted their time to trying to straighten him out and every male had an identity crisis because they weren't sure that enjoying the company of a gay guy (purely because he was a good guy) would make them look gay too.

Cree loved high school.

His father blamed it for his gay..-ness?

Now, was the missing armrest ironic or coincidental or benificial? Cree sat down without jumping over him and sitting on the other side. He put down his coke, put his feet up on the back of the seat in front of him, and dropped his hand to the seat between them, laying palm up and fingers spread to be held.

"Maybe. Or maybe they'll provide more entertainment then even the movie will."

The first set of lights dimmed and the previews started.

((OOC: I meant that the arm rest between their two seats was broken, not that there was a seat between them. Which ever, it doesn't really matter. And by the way, I haven't seen Broke Back Mountain, so I'll try my best to RP around that)

BIC:

Not wanting to yell over the previews, Vincent nodded in agreement. Looking at Cree's open hand, Vincet took it his own once again, lacing his finger's between Cree's. His hand was partially covered in his hoodie sleave, his thumb poking out through a hole in the seems and his fingers through the end of the sleeve. Still feeling a bit nerveous, he dropped his feet back down to resting on the floor. The previews for more movies he'd never heard of played, and he felt a bit behind. Taking another drink of his cherry drink, he looked over to look at Cree.

OOC: Oh I understood, he’s sitting beside him with his hand on the seats between their hips. And don’t worry, I’ve not seen it either. I just figured we’d skip the movie.

Cree was no longer looking at him. Once the previews came on, he turned his attention to the screen, his own feet remaining against the back of the one in front of him. He wrapped his fingers around Vincent’s, his fingers were cold still, from their walk and holding the cold cup. He’d shrugged back the sleeve of his own sweater.

Through the previews he made faces, unconsciously, that showed disgust, annoyance, and even when he was pleased, varying between different smiles, laughter, glares, and nose-wrinkling. Through the movie he was still and silent, and right. The girls had started off chatty and giggly but had fallen into a stunned silence, two of them leaning to the edge of their seats, the others all shifting around. He moved only once, half way through the movie, to put his feet down, shifting to sit on one of them, the heel of the other in the seat, his finger’s staying wrapped gently around Vincent’s.

Half way through the movie, once he was warmed up, Vincent took off his hoodie. Underneith he wore a plain black tee shirt, that was a bit small on him. Returning his hand to Cree's he watched intently. Within the next 15 minutes, as extected, was a hot romance scene that made shivers go up and down his spine just watching it. Biting his lip, he looked over to Cree.

Cree noted the movment and did not turn his head to look at Vincent but after a few seconds he smiled. He wasn't thinking anything involving Vincent or anyone else but the two on the screen, and he was doing it very very carefully. There is a reason for this. While Cree has no problem what so ever dating and having fun, he's carefully tip toed around the idea of anything sexual, even thoughts. He can't lead himself on and he will not, will not lead Vincent on, especially as early as a first date.

You can see on his face, Cree is a very passionate person. Through out the sceen, his eyes glued to the screen, breathing shallow and slow and the expresson he wore said something similar to 'this is beautiful.' Not sex.

After a moment, Vincent looked back to the screen. After a few more moments of watching it, he started to pick up things he thought were funny. The way one actor flinched slightly when the other touched him. It was fairly obvious that both these actors were straight, and in reality were not interested in eachother at all romantically. He didn't really want to watch it anymore, not after seeing this faked attraction. Sure, most movies were faked. But somehow it didn't have the appeal he saw when he first looked at the scene, without critical eye. Soon enough, the scene ended and Vincent took another gulp of his drink.

Sex? Yeah, Vincent wouldn't lie to himself about it. Sometimes, he could get randy past any point desirable. It was seldom he did anything about it, but he was a guy. The statement that 'guys think about sex every 4 seconds isn't really true. Honestly, it's like a porno that goes on forever in the back of their minds. Maybe they aren't thinking about it in detail, but the image is always somewhere circulating. Vincent wasn't any different, but he wasn't a man whore either. The touch of feminity that most bisexuals and gays had made him think it was something deeper than just hormones, and something atleast somewhat special. Although Vincent deffinatly did not expect anything out of Cree besides innocent enjoyment today, that didn't stop Vincent from wanting to cuddel up next to Cree and do the whole hopeless romantic bit, kissing on the cheek and other giddy things. However, he sensed, just as any human could, that Cree was dilberatly not looking at him.

Well, Vincent decided that Cree would just have to put up with a little bit more than holding hands. The convient lack of an arm rest between them allowed Vincent to rest his head gently on Cree's shoulder and move his body a bit closer to him.

The head on his shoulder drew a reactionary sound that was probably similar to 'hm.' It was faint and soft, between a 'this is good' and 'maybe this is good but is this a good idea?' He didn't tense, not the slightest flinch, but there was a heartbeat of no physical response at all. Finally, he squeezed, the others hand, took a drink, and sluched lower by shifting his but on his foot and tipping his head sideways against the other's.

Cree didn't pick on the actors. Flinch or not, the idea behind the scene, the purity of what was happening between two people, was to Cree, bautiful. He would be the first to remind people that sex used to be a worshiped preformance. Once upon a time before it was turned into a dirty act, and usually selfish.

"Hi." Soft whisper. He's not sure why he said it, he hasn't taken his eyes off of the screen and really hasn't stopped giving all (or ninety-nine percent) of his attintion to the movie itself.

Vincent was somewhat suprized by the broken silance, atleast the silance in which neither of them spoke. After a few more moments, Vincent tried to look up at Cree, but realized that this was impossible with his head on Cree's shoulder. Turning his gaze back to the screen, he did his best not to pick out the flaws. Over all, the actors did portray atleast one thing right, that this was about love and not stupid one night stands. Not only that, but atleast the director of this film saw sex, no mater gay or straight, was something that was deeper than flesh, that it was beatiful. Vincent had to agree, even if he wasn't someone entirely for fluffy pillows and promise rings.

"Hello there."

The voice was soft and quite in attempt not to disturb anyone else. He rubbed his thumb gently on Cree's wrist in response to the squeeze.

Cree grinned. He usually invoked strange looks for random hello's.

He remained silent for the rest of the film and in fact, didn't move when the credits came on and the lights came up to a dim, candle light color. To the girls, who sat dazed for a moment and then stood to stretch and noticed two people huddled in the back of the theater, he smiled dazedly and when the squinted and discovered two males and went about proding eachother and whispering behind hands in an oh-so-aparent way, he winked, if they could see it from the distance in the dim, and lifted a hand to wiggle his fingers at them, to the response of blushes and hushed giggles. Children often don't know how to react when so blatantly approached with the subject.

Then he lifted his head and shifted, putting both feet on the ground. "It's good," what? The movie of course. He looked to Vincent for his oppinion as the credit music played onward.

Vincent nodded, looking at the credits. He sat up, lifting his head off Cree's shoulder and putting his hoodie back on.

"Yes, very good. I liked Philidalphia better though, when it comes to gay-themed movies. I cry like a child every time I watch it."

Admitting this, Vincent blushed slightly. He laughed when Cree and waved at them, but did nothing so charming himself. Sitting there, he wondered wither Cree would call it quits and go home, or if they would go anywhere else.

He shook his head and stood up. "Never seen it." Truthfully he, nor I, had ever heard of it, at least that he, or I, can recall just now. He turned around and picked up his mostly empty cup. Half way through the movie he'd stopped drinking it because if he hadn't he'd have had to miss some of the movie and dance his way to the men's room.

Call it quites? You'll find it's harder then that to get rid of him. See, now he's hungry. But as always, he's thoughtful as well. "Do you have to work tomorrow?" And he's moving off down the stairs. No sense in keeping Vincent out if he has to get up in the morning.

"Not until later in the evening."

Replied Vincent as he stood up as well. Even if he did have work to go to early the next morning, he would have suffered through it to spend more time with Cree. As he stood there, his stomach rumbled slightly. Vincent blushed and leaned against the back of the seat infront of his.

"Can we go grab a bite to eat somewhere? I haven't eaten since breakfast."

He admitted, finishing his drink and holding it, waiting until there was a trash can around for him to toss it in.

Cree nodded, dropping the cup in the garbage and moving along, pushing the door open, going through, and holding it.

"Sure, as long as it isn't far. He put a hand on his stomach, through the sweater even, it's apparent that he's thin. His small hand nearly covers his whole stomach. But then, he is a small man.

"I'm starving too." He ate a small lunch. His metabolism is still fast, he eats often, but usually small portions.

Vincent nodded.

"No, just a Coney around the corner, not far at all."

Dropping his cup into the trash as well, he lead Cree out the Theatre and down the street to the small resteraunt, on account he didn't know if Cree knew the resteraunt he was talking about. It was small and plain, but clean. The rest of the resteraunt was empty, the way Vincent liked it. This way the food would come quick and fresh, as well as they would probably be able to hang around for longer if they needed to with out being nagged for not ordering anything in the past hour. Picking a small booth in the back corner, Vincent slid in and smiled at Cree.

Cree contemplated as he followed, yes followed because he did not know the restarunt in question, and even as he followed to the booth, yet had his decission made before Vincent actually sat down. He did not sit beside him. First date rules, and of course, his instinct told him to behave and to be kind. To himself that is. It's no fair to torture yourself to deny. No touchy flirting, otherwise he wants and he can't have.

He understands himself.

He sat down across from Vincent and folded his wingers, resting both foreams along the table and leaning foreward until his chest was touching the table. "What do you do?" Workwise, that is.

Vincent shrugged.

"Whatever I can. Usually it's repairing mechanics of somesort, sometimes it's being a waiter. I don't really have a permanent job, I just fill in where I'm needed. A temp. Tomorrow I'm doing a local band's tech for a basement show."

He acctually prefered Cree to be on the otherside. This way it was easier to look and speak with him, as well as eat without shoving eachother's elbows and forks in their faces. An annoied waitress with chop sticks in her hair came and asked what they would like to drink.

"I'll just have an ice tea."

Vincent replied. The waitress looked at Cree.

"Water please," the kid had probably been on her feet all day long. If he drinks anymore cafine he's going to be wired all night long.

"Sounds fun." He smiled. "I play drums. And paint." For a living. That's all he does. Besides, you'll die quickly with all the stress from industry and society pleasing, slaving away over a computer to come away with authritis and angry bosses who are never quite pleased. He'd rather do something he loves.

"You're good with electrics then?"

Vincent nodded, while pondering if Cree was in a band and had a studio, or if he meant he just did it in his spare time.

"Yeah, I guess. That's cool though, I used to paint a lot but recently I haven't had any suplies. I wish I was musically talented at all, but I sound like a banshee when I try to do anything on any instrument."

The waitress returned with their drinks, and asked what they wanted to order.

"I'll have a hot dog and a small order of french fries."

Leaning back in his chair, he took a sip of his iced tea and the waitress looked over to Cree.

No band, and he lives in a studio, if that counts? He'd tell you he's a starving artist if you asked.

"Well, I ran into that problem," lack of supplies is always a bump in the road eh? "so I decided to use one talent to make the money to suport the other." He smiled. He makes more money then he should on the street. People seem to respect a young man having a good time more then a pair of bums laying limp on the street with their hands out.

"Er...Fries and..." his lip twitched in thought, "and another order of fries." He likes them. Hopefully they're good here.

The waitress nodded and walked back to the kitchen, leaving Vincent and Cree alone in the nearly empty resteraunt again. Taking another sip of his ice tea, Vincent brushed his bangs out of his face once again.

"So . . . er. What kinds of music to you listen to?"

He said in attempt to start conversation.