Cryobionic
Seven Thousand Club
Vincent narrowed his eyes and stood up, having had quite enough of the angels bullying. Grabbing Ase gently by the arm, he guided her into the kitchen. "There is a fine line between being a good host and and having to tolerate harassment," He told her, taking the new bottle of 1963 Croft from her hand and placing it on the nearby table. "And in this cafè, we do not tolerate bullying."
Vincent rummaged thought the cupboards, eventually emerging with a bottle of what looked to be an expensive wine. "I'm sure Seera won't mind if I borrow some of her 'special wine'" He smirked, thinking back on the customer he had affectionately nicknamed the mayonnaise man in his head.
"You stay in here, okay? I'll be right back." With that, he excited the kitchen, making his way over to the shouting pair of angles, a pleasant smile on his face, before he could get to them though, he ran into Seera, carrying the human girl, looking extremely proud of herself.
Vincent rummaged thought the cupboards, eventually emerging with a bottle of what looked to be an expensive wine. "I'm sure Seera won't mind if I borrow some of her 'special wine'" He smirked, thinking back on the customer he had affectionately nicknamed the mayonnaise man in his head.
"You stay in here, okay? I'll be right back." With that, he excited the kitchen, making his way over to the shouting pair of angles, a pleasant smile on his face, before he could get to them though, he ran into Seera, carrying the human girl, looking extremely proud of herself.