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eyes and wandered off to make Gin her drink. He presumably remembered she drank rum and Cokes. Vinnie looked Gin up and down. “You look fabulous. Love the dress!”
    It was odd, Vinnie had a way of being so disarmingly natural that she didn’t feel self-conscious as his eyes looked her up and down. She just knew he wasn’t staring at her tits. He was truly appreciating her outfit.
    “Thank you, Vinnie. Your outfit looks… familiar.” She smiled.
    Vinnie laughed. “Well, this is kind of my thing. I think everyone in the room would faint if came in here wearing anything else.”
    “Must make it easy to get dressed in the morning.”
    Vinnie shrugged and took a drink from his glass. “Fringe benefit,” he replied as he put his empty glass down.  
    Rich approached and handed Gin her drink. It was a rum and Coke. “So I’m waiting on Phillip. Have either of you seen him? I was supposed to meet him at six.”
    Rich shook his head. “Haven’t seen him, but I’m sure he’ll be in soon.”
    “Yeah, he’s not the type to leave a beautiful woman waiting.”
    Gin’s breath caught as Vinnie, a drop dead gorgeous guy, described her as beautiful. She knew she was considered hot, but hot was different than beautiful in her mind. She took a quick drink to cover her awkward reaction, and then said, “So what type is he?”
    Vinnie stared at her for a long time. Gin felt like his intense blue eyes were piercing directly to her soul. Eventually he turned away. “He’s just a guy. Forget I said anything.” He tapped his empty glass on the bar and Rich hurried over to fill it.
    Gin grabbed his forearm, and Vinnie kind of jumped. “No, really. What did you mean? What type is Phillip?”
    Looking around the room, Vinnie sighed. “Look, Phil’s not a bad guy. He’s just a conquerer. He wants two things: Anything he doesn’t have and more of what he does have.”  
    “I’m not sure what that means.”
    Vinnie stared at Gin intently as he spoke. “It means he’ll want you to fall in love with him, and he’ll want you to totally be connected to him. It will be a whirlwind. You’ll love it, actually. And then once he knows he has you he’ll get bored and find a new conquest.” He took a long drink from his now full glass. “The thing is, he won’t even intend to do it. He very well may fall in love with you. But at some point, the challenge will fade, and he’ll be who he is: Someone who needs more.”
    Gin pursed her lips. “How do you know this?”
    “I see things.” Of course he does. He’s a bartender . Gin knew to take the observational skills of a bartender at least somewhat seriously, but she also knew that such observations were filtered by moments in a dark room without context.
    She knew Vinnie was being sincere and trying to be helpful, so she didn’t mind his negativity, but she also knew that he could easily be wrong. “Thank you, Vinnie. I appreciate your insight.”
    “You hear that, Rich. Gin here thinks I’m insightful.”
    “That’s one of us, Vinnie.”  
    “Don’t tease. I was serious.” Gin glared at Rich.
    Vinnie laughed. “Rich was, too.” He looked around the room. “No Phillip.” He shrugged. “Sorry, Gin.”
    “I guess I have time to kill. So tell me about yourself, Vinnie.”
    He held up his drink and looked at it. “Well, I do admire a good scotch.” He glanced at Rich. “Or is this bourbon? I kind of don’t pay attention as long as it has alcohol.”
    Gin elbowed him. “Be serious.”
    “Well, I work too hard during the day and drink too hard at night.”
    “That’s it? Don’t you have a girlfriend or a hobby?”  
    “Not having a girlfriend is apparently my hobby.” He turned and looked at Gin. “Do you really want to know?”
    Gin leaned forward in anticipation. “Yes, I do.”
    “I have a hard time with people. You may not have noticed, but I tend to interact via insults, jokes, and consistent teasing.”
    “No shit.”
    Vinnie smiled. “I like