003 ~ darling, really?

[demonmilk]

[He's sloshing some beer about in a glass he's holding, the liquid barely reaching the top before swishing to the other side of the glass. He's not drunk, but the alcohol -- and he seems to have at the very least six beers -- has gotten him a bit happier than usual.]

Care for a drink?

[he winks at the camera before it switches off.]

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[silver_pipe]

You're not getting drunk by yourself, are you Dante?

Isn't that something grumpy old men do?

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[demonmilk]

It's quite hard for me to actually get drunk. It makes me a bit lightheaded, is all. But I can function fine.

And I'm asking for some company, as well, so, care for a drink?

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[silver_pipe]

Haha, is that the macho thing to say? I'm not a lightweight myself y'know. I bet you'd be surprised.

I'll come around, I guess. Just to you know show you how it's done.

[ Silly grin ]

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[demonmilk]

[He shakes his head, chuckling. If only she knew~]

We can take shots, if you'd like~ I have some more ... expensive things in a cabinet. Come on by and help yourself.

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[silver_pipe]

Alright, geez, twist my arm!

[ She chuckles ]

Heh, alright... you at yours? I'll come over... Er... I don't have anything to bring but myself so I hope that's entertaining enough?

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[demonmilk]

That's fine, I have plenty.

[He winks at the screen.]

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[silver_pipe]

[ It didn't take long for Heather to get to Dante's, since he'd shown her around the day she'd arrived it had sort of stuck in her head. She's outside the front door now and after she knocks a couple of times her arms fold. Should she have changed? Naa, what's wrong with an orange polo-neck sweater and a white jacket... oh crap was that a bloodstain?! She'd just have to move her arms in front of that! ]

What's up with that wink...

[ She huffed, waiting for the door to open ]

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[demonmilk]

[And Dante's opening the door.]

You came, wonderful~

[he moves out of the way so she can walk inside.]

[ action ] forevaaa~

[silver_pipe]

Sure, I said I would.

[ don't notice the blood, don't notice the blood. Maybe it looks like ketchup? ]

Hey, not too small huh? Cool... You live here alone? Haven't you been here for, like... ages?

sounds supa~

[demonmilk]

You've got blood on your jacket.

[He says this nonchalantly, as if it's normal.]

Maybe a month or two. I wouldn't call that ages. . . . What's your poison?

8D

[silver_pipe]

[ A disgruntled sigh ]

Yeah, I was trying to hide it. You know, a normal person wouldn't point it out like that.

[ Now she just felt self conscious, and sort of dirty ]

I dunno, what're you having? You talked about shots? What? You worried a girl can out-drink you? You taking shots off the menu all of a sudden?

:D

[demonmilk]

A normal person wouldn't have blood on their jacket, either, but you do.

[Unimpressed yawwwwwn~]

Shots it is. Let's see how far you can go. [Smirk.]

[silver_pipe]

[ Oh yeah, she gets that yawn, have yourself a quirked and somewhat peeved eyebrow raise back ]

Heh, anyone tell you your a cocky bastard?

Get some glasses then, I'm not drinking out of the bottle. I'll catch your disease.

[demonmilk]

Many, many times~

[He grabs some shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey, placing them on the table he has his six beers on.]

[silver_pipe]

Oh good, I didn't want to be the first one to break the news to you.

[ She notices the beers before sitting down ]

So you were drinking alone like a grumpy old man then? Good job I'm here to bring a bit of youth to the party.

[demonmilk]

I'm not grumpy.

[he sits down across from her and smirks.]

How much can you usually hold?