Vince takes a seat on one of the couches and crosses his legs. With his designer boots, bug eyed sunglasses and his hair the way it is, he could be easily mistaken for a woman. He's used to it by now though
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"I had a boyfriend like that once," Phoenix chimes in, laughing a bit. "I thought we were cool and everything, but this other girl kept on trying to come onto him, right? Bothering him and telling him stupid things about me that weren't true..." She sighs, curling up in her armchair to get more comfortable before speaking again. "Long story short? The idiot left me for her and something tells me he's been regretting that decision ever since he made it. Serves him right, though." She grins, leaning back in her seat. "What's the matter with your friend, then? Is someone telling him crap that he's stupid enough to fall for?"
"Well, no," says Vince, starting to think. "There was one woman he was trying to impress a few days ago though. I didn't get her name, but she was a red head in red. Her eyes may have been red as well, I couldn't really tell. But she didn't seem interested in Howard..."
"Then maybe you should start with her," Phoenix replies, smiling softly. "I could keep an eye out for her, too, if you want. I'm still pretty new here, but... I could try."
"Phoenix," she replies with a sheepish smile. Then she extends her hand for a polite shake. "It's my pleasure, really. You seem like a really nice guy, uh... and your name?"
"Oh wow! That far in the future? 2007 seems pretty far-out, if everyone from there has your sense of style." She grinned. "America, 1974, here. I'm trying to be a professional singer."
Vince blushes a little. "Well, not everyone has my style." His smile grows when she mentions being a singer. "Oh right on. I'm trying to be a rockstar myself."
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