You can applaud if you wanna

I don’t hate you.

Those words bothered Vito for some reason; made him want to scratch at his skull in order to make the feeling of confusion stop. He didn’t understand, and within seconds upon hearing those words fall from Jack’s lips it had begun to get to him. He sat there for a moment, staring at the spot where she had been sitting a few moments before, thinking to himself.

The music didn’t seem as loud to him when he was so lost in thought; there was a good possibility that he wouldn’t see Jack again. At first, this information thrilled him; there was a feeling of victory that came along with scaring her off.

But then Vito realized what that actually meant; Jack wouldn’t be his toy to entertain himself with any longer. He exhaled slowly and rubbed his face, tired due to the evening’s events of storming off, smashing glass, and nearly murdering Jaquellene Dyllan. His hair was a tad messier than he would have liked, and his frustration with his current situation was a bit too much for him to endure.

Vito got to his feet, readjusted his suit, smoothed out his tie, ran a hand through his dark hair in order to move a strand of it from his eyes, and walked forward, slivering his way through the crowd of dancing people, only avoiding coming in contact with one of the foul smelling drunks by a few inches. The pace at which he was walking wasn’t his usual, slow pace, and his steps weren’t as planned out and exaggerated as usual as he made his way to the back door of Satin’s.

Stepping out onto the street, Vito could hear the faint sound of the wind that blew about the warm air. The sun had gone down hours before, and the stars were glittering overhead, but none of the fallowing had been what Vito had exited his club to find. Jack had long gone by the time he had stepped outside…

… and so Vito Dee Symons stood there with his hands slipped into the pockets of his perfectly pressed suit, inhaling the summer air, simply staring at the dark buildings across the street.

What an ‘interesting’ evening it had been.