Retirement Just Isn't For Everyone

[vincent_amora]

Vincent was restless. School was now a part-time affair, and he was working from home for his obligations to Stark most of the time. There had been no crime-fighting to speak of, and only some token magical research to keep his skills sharp. He hadn't started a pet project in ages.

...so maybe he could start one.

He let his mind wander back to the rescue he'd made of that armored girl, Mira, in the river. There had been serial numbers on a couple of the components of her equipment. Serial numbers mean registration, and contact information. It doesn't take him more than a couple minutes to have a cell number.

"Hello, Mira?"

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[poorgirlsarcee]

If she's a little disappointed he's not going for her drink she hides it.

"It's not as good as the place I'd go to on the French Quarter in New Orleans, but as close as I've found anywhere in North America."

[vincent_amora]

"If the difference is that stark, I'll gladly transport us there next time." Vincent offers, going back to his own chicken. "I hit up a few different party towns when I first got to this dimension and had hardly any inhibitions to hold me back and more than enough alchemically-created gold to burn."