☠ 01 : Something to Take the Edge Off

[_devil_inside]

Who: _devil_inside and somarium
Where: Random bar in the Residential District
Style: Prose preferred
Status: Open like a whore's boudoir.

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[nvrtheeasyway]

Much like Dante, the upside down world was taking a toll on the Tomb Raider as well. When things would be back to normal, if they ever did that is, she would have to thank Cid for the Skyrunner. It had been useful during the flood, letting her save trapped people as well as drowning ones, and it proved to be useful again during this...zombiesque time. There was a small comfort in the fact that she had been able to help Alice and others from becoming one of the mindless residents walking around, but the price to pay was something that gnawed at Lara.

She had no trouble in shooting down mercenaries and thieves, they chose their illegal line of work and new the consequences of that choice. Her trigger could be quite quick for those, but it was when she had to shot innocent people that she felt uncomfortable with pulling the trigger. And those she shot today, even out of their mind, had not deserved their endings. Of course, most she had disabled with a shot, but some had been more persistent than others.

Drinking on her own at the mansion seemed like a bad idea for that night, with that kind of thoughts. And so Lara made her way to the nearest pub she knew. Though lost in her thoughts as she pushed the door open, she quick noticed the red coat of the demon hunter and couldn't help the smile. It never hurt to know someone when you drink, and even less when the man was easy to look on. He was rough on the edges, but still the man often managed to amuse her and so she slid on the bar stool beside him. Nodding at the bartender, she waited to have the dark colored pint of beer in front of her before leaning closer to the silver haired man, a small smirk curling her lips.

"It's nice to see that the boogieman hasn't got to you yet."

[_devil_inside]

And here he'd thought all he'd have to contend with was bad memories and shitty recollections. Apparently not so, for Dante flicked a blue gaze to his right, seeing Her Ladyship's familiar countenance. An eyebrow went up and he snorted a chuckle, shaking his head slightly.

"Well, ain't you a sight for sore eyes, Lady Croft." He downed the rest of the bourbon and slid it over for a refill. "Haven't seen you in...a month or so, seems like." Nodding his thanks for the fresh glass and dark whiskey filling it, he lifted it in her direction, a polite salute, then knocked it back.

"Been keepin' busy, I reckon?"

[nvrtheeasyway]

She offered him a smile for his compliment, one that turned into a small smirk: "A month, really? Did you miss me that much that you needed to count the days, Dante?" Her tone was playful, as usual, green eyes twinkling with amusement. She had no doubt that the man kept as busy as she had been with the flood and the possessed people and that the month that had passed since the last time they talked had simply been due to circumstances out of their control.

She returned his salute with one of her own, lifting her pint of beer to his glass before taking it to her lips. The night was young and she downed a good quarter of it in a sip. Putting back the glass on the counter she tilted her head slightly:

"Not by choice, though. In between black waters everywhere and crazy people, I have not had time to relax, no. It seems that there always someone stupid enough to openly seek out danger." And of course, people with more sense like her had to get their asses out of danger.