Vinnie/Gus : Food Table : 8:20p
Vinnie looked up when addressed, craning his head back to see a vaguely familiar face. Not unusual; there aren't many of them living here, though he's been busy-slash-antisocial enough to have only met very few. He was pretty sure he'd never run into this dude; his expressions are new, but the features he knew.
The puzzle of it faded when he glanced down, and found an answer to his silent question. "And you are the kinda guy who eats shrimp at a pool party." A corner of his mouth quirked up in a crooked grin with the intent of softening his words. "I was wondering if anyone would."
And how tall this dude is gonna be because he looked gangly as hell. He brushed at his knees from sheer habit before standing and being pleasantly surprised at how little he had to crane his neck. "And you're not insanely tall, so you get points for that. I swear I feel like a midget in this complex."