Night on the town [Open]

[slick_old_man]

Characters: Raven, Vergil Sparda, and ~all the single ladies~
Location: Danse Macabre
Rating: PG-13 for now, but might easily shoot up as blood alcohol levels do Oh heck, make it R just to be safe. Dante makes it higher rated all on his own (swearing, possible violence)
Time:  Sept. 11, evening, probably into early on the 12th
Description: There is a

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Note: Vergil WILL be drunk off his ass

[blue_darkslayer]

[Not for the first time tonight, Vergil was asking himself what in the fiery, God forsaken hell he was doing here. It had seemed both harmless and logically productive at the time to seek out Raven (now his 'Master') for guidance on the subject of meeting and speaking with people of the female gender.

He had been wrong. So, very, very wrong.

So after Raven practically kicks in the door in something akin to a dramatic entrance, Vergil slinks in with remarkably less confidence. It's rather obvious just by looking that he's more than slightly disturbed by the churning crowds of people, however it's quite less obvious that he is far more disturbed by the fact he had to come here unarmed, as well.]

Over there.

[He gestures unenthusiastically. Vergil also needs to learn more about drinking while he's here. Sadly for him, he's completely unaware that he has zero alcohol tolerance. It can only end badly.]

[slick_old_man]

[Raven, used to stuffy knights and the like, notices Vergil's lack of enthusiasm right away. We can't have that, can we? So the older man grins, flopping an arm around Vergil's shoulders (a rather hilarious sight with the half a foot height difference between the two) and leading him to the bar.]

First things first then: What's your poison?

[blue_darkslayer]

[Random physical contact is not something Vergil is particularly a fan of, and the displeasure is rather obviously written on his face. It spells 'unimpressed'. Being as oblivious and quite ignorant to certain social nuances as he is, he interprets the question literally:]

Whichever kills me the fastest.

[He will no doubt regret his choice of words before the night is out.]

[slick_old_man]

[He's not a stupid man, and the distaste in Vergil's face and body language is obvious. But it changes nothing in Raven's demeanor at all, as if he either doesn't realize or doesn't really care. Though Vergil's answer makes him laugh and step back]

Ah ha! A brave one! Don't move.

[With a cheerful hop to his step, Raven makes his way to the bar: the brands are very different here, but it doesn't take him long to find what he wants. Soon he's back with a full bottle of amber fluid and two tiiiiny shot glasses. He pours them himself, offering one to Vergil.]

To future endeavors and past regrets! [He tips the shot back in one swallow, grimacing in apparent pain as the liquid hits his gut]

Not bad, not bad....

[blue_darkslayer]

[Oh, so this is what he meant.

Vergil regards the tendered drink, momentarily puzzled at the fact that it would be contained by such a tiny glass. It struck him as rather inefficient. Only belatedly does he begin to question the ramifications of what he'd only just now agreed to when Raven slams back his glass. Not wanting to stand around and stare at the amber liquid in his hands contemplatively like an idiot, he follows suit.]

TSSSGGAH!

[That would be the sound of him hissing and choking down what he suspects real poison might taste like. The burning sensation was a particularly splendid touch. Still wincing and momentarily dizzied by the concoction:]

Do all drinks have to taste-

[He bites off his complaint short. Be a man, Vergil. Swallowing his disgust and what remains of its source, he tilts the glass in Raven's direction indicatively. He did purchase a whole bottle.]

[slick_old_man]

[Raven can only laugh. He knows what a greenhorn drinking sounds like, and it never fails to amuse him. He expects Vergil to demand something weaker...

... but is pleasantly pleased to see him ask for more.]

Good man! Here we go~ [Another two pours, and Raven's is already gone again.]

Now that we got a little liquid courage, time to start that practicin'. [He looks around for a target, scanning the bar for a lady drinking or dancing alone]

Uh, am I jumping in at the right place?

[wittyreplyhere]

[On the first day, Dante found pizza, on the second he went looking for beer. Unfortunately or fortunately depending on whether or not your name is Vergil the bar he found was the Danse Macabre.

Seeing a very familiar face and the opportunity to score some free alcohol, he waltzes over to their table]

How could you, having a party without me?

People can start their own threads! But this works too.

[blue_darkslayer]

[It would probably be a good thing that Dante showed up before Vergil was too drunk to form cohesive thought, but to his mind it was never a good thing when his idiot twin decided to barge in on his affairs. It was always at the worst possible moment, as well. Vergil was sort of in the middle of choking down another shot when he decided to show up.]

D-Dante! What in the hell are you doing here?

[...Not quite so smooth as his usual scathing greetings.]

[slick_old_man]

[Raven didn't say anything at first to ruin this...touching reunion. Instead he looked at the bottle, shrugged, and took a straight swig of the stuff. The two younger men looked a LOT alike. Too much so to be coincidence.]

Brother, huh?

[blue_darkslayer]

[Giving a simple answer might've been easier, but it was either from the booze's insistence or his annoyance that nobody seemed to get this that he raked a hand through his hair to shift it out of place. With his hair down:]

More like identical twins.

Oh, so no posting order?

[wittyreplyhere]

[and to further demonstrate their twin-ness]

Damn I look good.

[he wants to drink too so he slides into an empty seat on their table and pours himself a drink]

Hope you don't mind. [not that it matters whether or not they do]

Sorry, derped out there

[slick_old_man]

Twins huh? [A short pause as Raven kinda wishes the Spardas were a pair of -lady- twins, but ah, what can you do.]

Sure sure! More the merrier!