[It would appear upon first glance that Dean's communicator is acting up and recording by itself. But there's fingertips belonging to a certain devil boy at the edge of the screen. It gets put on a table and then Dante joins him by the karoke machine. The surrounding area - the bar, funnily enough - is currently empty. The glasses that litter the
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What's your poison? [Points at the bar over his shoulder.]
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I'd love some red wine.
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He goes and fetches her a red wine, and himself a beer. He sits himself opposite her. He makes with the small talk first. Make 'em think you give a crap first... It was step one with women, he found.] So, how're you settling in?
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Well enough, it's a rather big place for a girl to explore all alone.
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Oops.~ Be a dear and get that for me will you, Dean?~
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[He chuckles gently, and cups her face gently in his hand and turning her face to him, before he wipes at it with a finger, to then grin and kiss her, making sure touse his lips to wipe off the last of the residue as he kisses the corner of her mouth before his lips find hers]
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[She allows him to kiss her, he was being rather suave about it after all. Her lips move against his, pulling away slightly and placing a finger on his lips but still keeping close.] Is this what you do with all lovely ladies? Or am I just special?~
[Eyelashes fluttered, she'd played this game many times before and she didn't mind letting him know it.] Not many have conquered me I'll have you know.
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[Damn right he's suave. He knows what he's got, and he knows how to work it. He spoke softly, and let his gaze smoulder into hers.] You're special. [He purrs the word near enough. What with those hips, that ass, those breasts.... you're really something.
He gives a mock pout from behind her finger.] I'm a stubborn ass though, so... I hope you're not expecting me to give up that easily... [and to prove his point, fingertips lightly traced up her thigh]
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[She grinned, looking back in those smoldering eyes. Her finger trails down to his chin, leaving his lips open for her to bite his bottom lip.]
You're hand doesn't seem to mind some objectifying.~
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And my hand isn't... objectifying... It's appreciating. [He gives a cheeky grin.] There's a difference.
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[Her lips brushed against his, before pulling away slightly. The fingers on Dean's chin move to brush his cheek.]
Not a very big difference. But a difference nonetheless.
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