' ICE CREAM AND CIGARETTES ' - vinnie hacker

4; god isn't here

he didn't call her peach. reese took notice of that.

"you know what i want, vincent. turn down the music, or turn it off." reese crossed her arms.

"look, i'm not in the mood for your bitchy attitude. i've had a shit day, alright?"

"i'm not bitchy," reese scoffed. "and i can promise my day was shittier than yours, so turn it down."

reese was right. objectively, her day was worse than vinnie's. but that didn't mean his still didn't suck enough to make him call her bitchy.

vinnie didn't say anything. he didn't feel like arguing. he just closed the door in her face, and continued what he was doing before she interrupted him.

her mouth dropped in disbelief for about 5 seconds, before she opened the door herself and walked in, which shocked her much more than it shocked vinnie.

"bro, what the he-"

reese easily cut him off, "i'm sick of your shit. it wasn't cute before, and it definitely isn't now. if you don't turn it down, i swear to god, i'll report you to the landlord."

vinnie stood up, "what the fuck? is it really that serious?!"

"yes, it is, vincent. i have fucking work tomorrow. i have responsibilities. i cannot live like this!"

vinnie stepped closer, making reese instinctively step back, "yeah, okay well, i have work too."

"you know that's not the same." reese scoffed.

"what do you mean by that?" vinnie raised his eyebrows, almost as if he was daring her to continue.

he wasn't stupid. well, he was, but not that stupid. he knew what she was implying. he just wanted to see if she'd continue, see if she'd willingly push him over the edge.

"tattooing isn't a real job. it's just your sad excuse for a job, because you aren't capable of getting a real one. our jobs are completely incomparable"

vinnie was mad when she said that, really mad. so much so, he wanted to hit something. but, he thought of a much better way to take out his anger.

"yeah? you really think so?" he walked towards her, making her back up until her back hit the door. his voice was so much softer than before, almost making her think he was mocking her.

"y-yes," reese stuttered, her voice went softer as well, but only out of fear. she wanted to stand her ground, but she'd be lying if she said him being that close didn't intimidate her.

"mm, maybe you're right. you're so stressed, aren't you?"

reese nodded, "exactly, so-"

vinnie cut her off, "poor thing. i'm just stressing you out more, aren't i?"

"vin-"

"i know, i know,"

he placed his hand on her waist, somehow moving even closer to her. "i know how to get rid of your stress, though."