[color=orange]"Oh, ye of little faith,"[/color] Vincent said to Anita, grinning cockily as he sat back in his seat. He heard the bell ring and watched as a young woman entered the diner before taking a seat at one of the empty tables. Only when he was sure she wasn't listening did he continue, still speaking quietly enough for his friends to hear, [color=orange]"You all might not know this, but I've made a bit of a name for myself in the underground fighting scene. Got my first win at 14 and I haven’t lost yet."[/color]

Vincent listened intently to the man and his customer as they talked about the corrupt deputies and how they even wrongly arrested a man. He felt his eyebrow twitch in irritation, having dealt with his fair share of corrupt ‘law enforcement’ over the years. [color=orange]”That said, I’ll be right back,”[/color] he told his friends as he squeezed out from his seat at the booth. He walked over to the diner worker as he took an order from woman who had just entered the diner. He leaned against a nearby table and crossed his arms as he asked, [color=orange]”What’re they saying your kid did?”[/color]