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Who: Dante & Zelman
What: Drinking. Discussing. Beating the shit out of each other. The usual.
When: Your typical Wednesday night before Thanksgiving.
Where: Some poor bar out in town that might not be standing in the morning.
Rating: Pending. Probably R, all things considered.
The little jaunt into City Royal had been mostly Zelman's idea, though Dante was never slow to accept free booze in any way, shape, or form. Zelman himself was just looking for a break from the holiday cheer that was quietly edging past the recent skirmishes and excitement.
The place itself was somewhere between questionable and charming, and he had filled the first half-hour with a game of "how many times can I convince the cute girl behind the counter to get me a free drink before it becomes completely ridiculous" while Dante busied himself with the actual drinking part of the operation. He just handed over whatever he got and let the man do his work while he sipped away at a glass of water. He figured it was better than pretending to like whatever Dante was having.
He was more interested in the girl anyway. She obviously thought she'd get somewhere (if drink #5 was any indication), so maybe he'd entertain the idea later. He was a bit hungry.
What: Drinking. Discussing. Beating the shit out of each other. The usual.
When: Your typical Wednesday night before Thanksgiving.
Where: Some poor bar out in town that might not be standing in the morning.
Rating: Pending. Probably R, all things considered.
The little jaunt into City Royal had been mostly Zelman's idea, though Dante was never slow to accept free booze in any way, shape, or form. Zelman himself was just looking for a break from the holiday cheer that was quietly edging past the recent skirmishes and excitement.
The place itself was somewhere between questionable and charming, and he had filled the first half-hour with a game of "how many times can I convince the cute girl behind the counter to get me a free drink before it becomes completely ridiculous" while Dante busied himself with the actual drinking part of the operation. He just handed over whatever he got and let the man do his work while he sipped away at a glass of water. He figured it was better than pretending to like whatever Dante was having.
He was more interested in the girl anyway. She obviously thought she'd get somewhere (if drink #5 was any indication), so maybe he'd entertain the idea later. He was a bit hungry.