"Well, you just saw Claudia's demented version of it," Vincent said avoiding eye contact with Heather. "Well, at least I think that was the case. It could have been your mind fucking up the place."
He let out a smirk, "Personally, if I had any control over that town there would be money everywhere. The sky would be raining money, the streets would be lined with coins. You know, the usual."
He noticed a package of alcohol in the room; a basket filled with an assortment of mini-vodkas. "Wow, someone's making sure you start drinking underage!"