A Chance Encounter [Mickey/Vin] [Contains con-non-con.]
Vin drops his hand back to the bar and wraps it around his drink. Charlie waves back and the Club door closes as he leaves. The meeting went well, at least Vin thinks it did. He has a possible contact now and maybe a lead into who might be indulging in a little industrial espionage at a firm his company does security for. Which is good and all, but it's past ten and time he stopped working. The scotch goes down smooth and he smacks his lips lightly together in satisfaction, running his tongue over the bottom one to pick up the last traces. Indicating to the bartender that he'd like another, he turns around to lean with his elbows on the bar, looking around the room, maybe looking for a little trouble. Or a little fun.
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