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[sendthefallen]

Characters: Yuna, Rikku, Vergil, Dante, Auron, Vanille, Winry, Train, Kurt, others?
Location: Yuna and Vergil's Apartment, 1A - Fatality Condominiums
Rating: PG-13 for now.
Time: November 9th, Evening to Late Night
Description: It's Rikku's birthday! Time for celebration! But...who spiked the punch? (We'll give you one guess.)

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[Dining Area/Kitchen]

[sendthefallen]

Re: [Dining Area/Kitchen]

[getyourgunson]

To be honest, Date didn't have an idea exactly why he was here. One thing had just led to another after he found Dante in the red-light district, and somehow it just ended up with him being in here. He didn't quite get the celebration - birthdays had never meant too much to him, aside from the novelty - but since he had been dragged all the way here, Date supposed he could just enjoy it as much as he could. Besides, Vergil was here too... and he supposed that the other Meister would feel better with somebody more tolerable on his level. And anyway, he had made the effort of bringing his communicator with him - if he was needed on his work as a Zone Leader, at least he was still contactable

[wittyreplyhere]

Date was being way too quiet for Dante's tastes. He made his way over with two cups of the spiked punch and seated himself on the other side.

"This is supposed to be a party." He reached over and grabbed something off Date's plate and nibbled on it before pushing over one of the cups over. "No fun if you just sit there and eat."

[getyourgunson]

Date made a mildly irritated face when Dante swiped off his chicken - he had been saving that for later - but sighed soon after that as he heard the other's word. No immediate response though; the warlord first busied himself with eating a hot dog.

"I haven't eaten dinner yet," he replied simply, once he had that hot dog finished up. "I might as well eat it now since there's food here."

[wittyreplyhere]

Dante ignores the irritated expression and grabs some chips to go with the chicken.

"You can look happier while you're doing it."

[getyourgunson]

By now Date knew better than to try and stop from being his food from getting stolen. At least he was still near where the food was; he could get some more to eat later once Dante left him alone.

To the comment, the Meister only gave his partner a very pointed look as he returned bluntly. "How the heck can I be happy when we're supposed to be on duty?" Seriously. Date had been busy with his Watch mission with Ieyasu earlier in the day and hadn't had time to do his work as Zone Leader - he had intended to patrol his area once he picked up Dante, and then this happened instead.

[wittyreplyhere]

And since no one's complaining, Dante continues to pick food off Date's plate, steering clear of the healthy stuff and only taking what he likes.

"We can go after. Besides, it's not like our guys are useless." He chews on his latest grab from Date's plate. "Anyway you and Vergil are..." Dante's not sure of what word to use, everything he thinks of sounds weird in relation to his brother. "...should hang out more."

[getyourgunson]

At least Date was used to it by now, and unlike Dante the warlord did make an effort to eat a healthy meal. So letting his partner clean off all the unhealthy junk food the warlord concentrated on finishing up the heather portion of his food first; he'd eat the unhealthy portion later on his own terms.

"You'll be claiming you're tired by the time this is done," the samurai returned pointedly as he started chewing on a spoon of vegetables. "As for Vergil, he's got his woman around to accompany him." But still, it would be nice to get to talk to Vergil if the other could manage the time for it.

[wittyreplyhere]

There was also the excuse that since he was using his fingers, it would have been a little difficult to eat vegetables. Not that it applied to him, but the excuse was there.

"I swear not tonight?" He wasn't planning on sleeping tonight anyway or at least he got completely smashed.

Dante pauses in his filching of food to stare at Date. "...his woman..." It's only momentary and he resumes his previous actions.

With his mouth full of food he adds. "Bros before hos. The rule between guys where you don't ditch your friends for a chick." He was pretty sure it was a universal constant in life even back in the caveman era, but it didn't hurt to elaborate.

[getyourgunson]

The warlord gave his partner another pointed stare, clearly disbelieving of Dante's words. Knowing the other as he was, he was most likely going to get smashed first before this party was even over. And then that meant that he was going to have to drag him back to their place somehow...

Trying not to sigh at that thought, Date helped himself to another bit of vegetables as he winced at the sight of Dante talking to him through a mouthful of food. "At least chew down your food first before speaking, you're spitting at me."

[wittyreplyhere]

Dante grudgingly obliged, finishing what was in his mouth and washing it down with some of the spiked punch before opening it again for Date to check. "There, good enough?"

So much nagging.

[getyourgunson]

How many times had he sighed by this point? Date didn't count, but he still sighed anyway and speared his fork into a bit of potato.

"I suppose," he returned mildly before promptly munching into the potato and chewing on it.

[wittyreplyhere]

Sighing had no effect on Dante, unless you wanted to make him think you were forlorn about something.

"Something wrong?" He leaned in to examine Date's face, he didn't look sick. Dante was also pretty sure that nothing upsetting had happened lately.

[getyourgunson]

Date stared back for a moment, his expression falling flat again as he looked at Dante for a couple of seconds before he looked back down at his plate and forked out another bit of hot dog.

"Nothing in particular," came the response, and then he started to chew on his hot dog this time round.

[wittyreplyhere]

That just confirmed for him that something was up. He pulled back and frowned. "Okay, what's up? Spill it."

[getyourgunson]

Date only blinked at that, completely unperturbed, and then he was back to cleaning up his plate once more. "I already said there was nothing."

Really, there wasn't.