[At DMC, with his feet kicked up on the desk per usual with a motorcycle magazine spread open, eyes shut. This whole thing with Lady...he was confused as hell. And worried what she'd do to him once she snapped out of it. Not that it wasn't great or anything, to be honest, it was fucking amazing. He just didn't want to get shot anytime soon.
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So, she took the most logical course of action; refunded her ticket, hopped a cab back into town, picked up a few magazines for her uzi and an extra clip for her 9 mm and took her Honda over to Devil May Cry. She was sure Dante would hear her pulling up outside, but she still had the element of surprise--none of that mattered at the moment, however, so she just walked in, guns blazing]
Just what the hell did you think you were doing!?
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[puts one hand on the desk, leaning against it] ...I dunno, maybe my instincts got the better of me or somethin'. You know me, Lady. I'm a dumbass.
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. . . I don't suppose it'd be possible to keep people from finding out about this one, would it.
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Doubt it. We're not exactly the most loved of people on the comm. Plus... [snicker] I'm pretty sure Larx at least did something after your spat.
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