"I haven't had anything disappear or reappear, but it better not not happen to my macbook or playstation." And with that, came the sidelong emblem of a suspect glance. What the fuck was he talking about? He better not be talking about cars or video games, he'd thought, as he crossed his arms and furrowed his brow at the menu. Otherwise, the idea awakened his curious nature, his lust to be intrigued, his taste for the fascinating. Vince just liked to know. He liked to feel... high up, one might say, able to see all or be aware of as much as plausible.
He looked to his friend with a 'I know what I want already.' sort of expression that chiseled his cheeks in an artful way.
"What are you getting? You wanna google this apartment and see if anything pops up on my iPhone? Some history? Maybe Satan worshiping or sacrificing of virgins, in which case where do they hide them, and how can we get invited?"