Frankie/Fox/Vinnie - 10:30ish
It was stupid of him to just be annoyed at Vinnie. Anger at Fox had been stewing inside the mage for a while now and it was only a matter of time before it came out. Vinnie could feel his hand warming up under the ax's grip, the plastic becoming malleable under the heat. "If he wasn't then why were you sitting out here looking upset?" Looking back at Fox, Vinnie felt his palms begin to itch, wanting to throw a fireball at him badly. "Yeah, because a fucking novelty basket matters so damn much. Why don't you just listen to her and leave?"