"Oh, for goodness' sakes," Vincent snapped at last, snarling at the dark haired man beside him, "You think I wanna be stuck here with you either?"

Scott, who's mouth was open as though he wanted to protest some more, closed it abruptly with an indignant "Hmph!"

Vincent rolled his eyes, turning his head to look away from the little gremlin. All he'd done as soon as he saw Vincent was rant and rant and rant about how 'don't you think I would have come here if I'd known you'd be here...' and 'I'm warning you, if you say one vague insult I will...'

Vincent rubbed his temples. He was getting a headache.

It was a cloudy, overcast day, the clouds hanging low over the tops of the buildings and casting shadows on the pavement. It all just added up to the general mood of the morning. He glanced back at Scott quickly; he was standing, stiff and uncomfortable, with his hands shoved into his coat pockets.

"Geez, what's taking him so long?" Vincent muttered under his breath, kicking at the concrete and scanning the thick crowd, trying to identify the bright red beanie that usually signified Mike's arrival.

"Maybe I can call him," Scott pulled his phone out of his pants' pocket, swiping it open and opening his recent contacts.

Vincent peered over his shoulder, reading the list of names. Someone called Linda, Boss, "Mike the Weeb", and...

Vincent's eyes widened.

"Wait a minute!" He snatched Scott's phone away from him, "What the hell is this!?"

"Hey!" Scott shouted, swiping at Vincent's hand, "Give me my phone back!"

Vincent scoffed, lifting Scott's phone right above his head, "'That little aubergine bitch'? Excuse me? Grape I can live with, but I am not letting you call me an eggplant!"

Scott growled, jumping up to reach for his mobile back, "So what? Like I care what you prefer being called! Give me my phone back, Vincent, or so help me-"

Vincent never got to hear how Scott would have finished his sentence (which was a shame because he would have loved to hear what the little midget could possibly have threatened him with) because with a "Whaddup!?", Mike came sliding into view.

Vincent snorted, lowering his arm and throwing Scott his phone back (Scott scrambled to catch it, almost falling over), "Honestly, Mike, what are you wearing? You look like you're dressed for war."

Mike stared Vincent dead in the eye, "Mr. Bishop," he said flatly, "Today is war."

"You're not kidding," Scott grumbled, still sour about his phone being taken off of him.

Mike shot a look at Scott, "Well, it's nice to see you too, Scott. Looks like you got out of the right side of the bed this morning."

"Oh, trust me," Scott said, "I was having a perfectly nice day- that was, until I realised you invited him along!"

"Oh, great, not this again," Mike groaned. "What is it with you two? Here I was thinking it might be nice to catch up outside of work, and-"

"Are you serious?" Scott spat. "It's bad enough that I have to spend almost every single shift with him, now you're telling me we're supposed to pretend to get along outside of work, too!?"

Vincent shrugged, "I have to say, Mike, not one of your cleverest ideas. Scott's too much of an uptight, aggressive prick. I don't even know if he's capable of having a good time."

Mike rolled his eyes, "For goodness' sakes, what is it you two have against each other, anyway? Why can't you just be friends?"

And all hell broke loose.

"Are you serious? Friends with this arrogant, self-centered son of a-"

"Sassy, sarcastic, salty little-"

"First of all, he's perverted, outright creepy-"

"He's such a bureaucrat, it's impossible to keep him satisfied-"

"The most obnoxious shade of purple I've ever seen-"

"Personality like a block of wood-"

"And don't even get me started on-"

"Not to mention-"

"Alright, alright!" Mike shouted, taking off his sunglasses and glaring, "Geez, I get it! You know, I don't know why I bother. I went to all the trouble of booking us places in laser tag, and now-"

"Wait a minute," Scott asked, his eyebrows raising, "Did you say laser tag?"

"Yeah," Mike crossed his arms across his chest angrily, "And now, thanks to you two, I'll have to cancel my booking."

"No, no, no," Scott shook his head, "There is no way you're not giving me the opportunity to kick Vincent's butt in laser tag."

Vincent snorted, "You? Beat me in laser tag? Don't be stupid. I'll have you know, honey, I got on the leaderboard for second most points in the city."

"Oh, you poor, naive child," Scott smirked, "I got first."

"Oh, it is so on, shorty," Vincent growled.

"Prepare to be annihilated, eggplant man," Scott grinned.