Frankie/Fox/Vinnie - 10:30ish
Vinnie was definitely heating up, so much so that he had to pull off the damn helmet, letting it drop to the ground as he glared back at Fox. God, he wanted to punch the asshole so badly, but he kept his fists tight to his sides as he merely stared daggers at the asshole.
And then the asshole had to be even more retarded and push past him to walk away. Vinnie wasn't gonna let that slide. He immediately spun around and shoved his back hard, his hands still hot, but not on fire. Yet.