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[xandra_dv]

Who: Xandra, Dante
When: some evening, some time
Where: Pub
What: Drinking game
Rating: PG-13

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[devil_hunter_d]

Dante wasn't in the mood to flirt or even talk to anyone really, but he decided that wasn't "normal" enough for him and managed to drag his flustered ass over to the pub anyway. Besides, he could probably use the drink if not the company. Yea... that'd lighten him up good.

Becoming much more cheery just by thinking about it, by the time Dante actually stepped inside the bar he was walking smoothly and flashing "silly" grins all over the place. Maybe he could stand a little flirting after all. It was his nature after all. Sauntering up to the bar, Dante slid onto a stool next to Xandra and raised his hand in idle greeting. "Yo."

[devil_hunter_d]

Dante choose not to pursue the subject as she veered desperately away from it. He didn't want to pry, and besides that, it's not like he was particularly interested. He wasn't hunting her after all. He also ignored the comment she gave about himself. That was a subject he didn't speak about, and, despite intoxication, had learned to keep secret. Instead he took another couple of drinks and tried to think of something else to say. He wasn't successful.

[xandra_dv]

Xandra sighed and drank a quarter of the bottle in one go. This just wasn't working, suddenly she didn't seem to care any more. It was getting hot in the pub, most likely a result from the amount of alcohol she'd been drinking. She took her leather jacket and let hang off the back of the stool, leaving her in one of her many black corset tank tops. This one was a little revealing but she like the way it made her breasts and cleavage look. Well, she hated sitting here in silence, so she decided to ask him about his job. He seemed proud of it though what wasn't he proud of and it seemed like a good topic to keep the conversation going, "So, tell about your job as a demon hunter?"