Her poison

Vin liked her from the very beginning. He listened to her woes regarding some reconnection of a long lost connection. She ramble on to something else as he remain pleasantly distracted. Vin waited his turn. He knew one day she would give in and succumb. His passive advances reflect his intimidation of her stoutly confidence, yet they both knew they drink too much “on occasion” and the man would appear in Shakespearean form stealing her heart and sword. And as R&J, chaos ensued and tragedy struck, though believed she faked her death twice.