Vito smirked and watched her make her way to the bar, rolling his dark colored, amused, eyes. He ran a hand through his hair as he turned his attention back to the ceiling, thinking again for a moment about- well- everything, really. He wondered for a moment how much easier things would be if he allowed himself to take on his poltergeist form, rather than that human mask he’d been wearing for as long as he could remember, but the idea of being completely disregarded 24/7 made his skin craw and his skull itch. Giving up his perfect appearance would do nothing to benefit him, and it really wasn’t an option.
“I was going to scar you had you not gotten that drink for me,” Vito stated with a smirk that revealed only the points of his sharpest teeth; he would enjoy the roll of her eyes, or the witty comeback from Jack, because it was that very frustration that he was doing his working to afflict upon her.
The egotistical poltergeist brought his glass to his lips once more, inhaled the strong scent before tipping the glass back- and his head- relieved when the liquid set his chest on fire. For some reason, he felt the need to continue drinking until his head was light and he could no longer keep himself from falling to the ground. This was rare for Vito to desire, for he usually kept himself from getting drunk in order to keep his appearance and his attitude the way he liked it- but the thoughts that kept popping up every now-and-then in his head were driving him to the alcohol, to the burning sensation in his chest.
First, however, he would need to get rid of Jack; he wasn’t about to show weakness in front of her, for he found his reputation was too important. Wait… it was a plan? Vito was planning it out? Plans meant that things would be set into action, and therefore, a plan to get drunk without humiliating himself meant that he would do just that.
Vito’s thoughts were rudely interrupted by an unimportant question from Jack, and he replied after finishing off his drink just as quickly as he had the last, “I prefer victims and enemies over acquaintances, Jack, and I’m certain I’ve answered this question before,” he said smoothly, dropping his used up cigarette on the floor.
“Time to go, I want to get drunk”