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Ya drank with Demons straight from Hell

Nov 25, 2007 13:53

Who: Schuldig (dirtyrottenliar) and Dante (h3llblade)
What: Pool and Beer, yo!
When: ...Last night around, maybe, 11? 8D
Where: In town
Rating: PG-13 for cursing most likely

( They almost nearly won as well )

schuldig, dante

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dirtyrottenliar November 25 2007, 20:17:14 UTC

Schuldig had left almost as quickly, but he'd lingered to deliberate over whether to take a jacket. By the time he'd decided against it and got out into the hall, the elevator had passed him; he stabbed the button a couple of times and mentally cursed the person who'd put in just one elevator for four hundred people.

He didn't feel like waiting for it to come back, so he took the (damn) stairs, and by the time he got to the entrance hall he was impatient to get the hell out. Too much time spent in the castle made him want to burn it.

"Oops, I'm late," he said with obvious insincerity, grinning at Dante. He started for the door. "So which bar?"

h3llblade November 25 2007, 20:23:27 UTC

Dante rolled his eyes at the other man. "I don't know the name of it, but I nearly wrecked the damn thing last time I went down there with Verg."

He walked out the door, not bothering to hold it. He excused himself with a not-so sorry, "Oops, myself."

It was cold out, and Dante was glad that he opted for the shirt and jacket combo instead of just his trench. He stuck his hands in his pockets. "So what's been up?"

dirtyrottenliar November 25 2007, 20:50:33 UTC

"Good times," said Schuldig dryly. Normally the idea of trashing a bar and then waltzing back in to play some pool would've amused him, but the mention of Vergil soured it.

He caught the door with his shoulder, still grinning, and edged out; he'd expected something like that.

"Not much," said Schuldig, although things certainly had been; he'd killed a handful of people since he'd last talked to Dante (or at least had assisted; when he went out with Farfarello, who did the actual killing didn't concern him). And then there was the body he'd left in front of Kio's door, but naturally he wasn't about to tell anyone that, especially not Dante.

"Been killing time until I get out of here. It's boring as fuck. What about you?"

h3llblade November 25 2007, 21:04:52 UTC

With an amused snort, Dante shrugged. "Nothing much." He debated whether or not to say something about Sparda when his memories - which are connected to the mouth don'tcha know? - decided for him.

"Fucking father." He had just rembered his getting slapped on Thanksgiving. In front of Kio, no less! The last thing he needed from the little woman was more crap to be made fun of for.

"Ate a lot of food, chilled, discovered the library is an awesome place to annoy the fuck outta people." He smirked at the memory of spitballing some random tall dude who was looking at some history books.

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dirtyrottenliar November 27 2007, 00:23:30 UTC

Schuldig choked on his beer.

"Never make me laugh while I'm drinking again," he warned, wiping his mouth on his hand. "You wouldn't like me when I'm covered in alcohol."

He hopped off the empty table and sat on the edge of theirs, using his cue to gesticulate while he explained: "It's not emo. Just--look. You're prob'ly gonna win," he knocked one ball into the center pocket, "blah blah blah, snide comments," he herded three others over to the corner pocket and knocked them in, "maybe ask for another game, whatever. I'm sick of pool."

h3llblade November 27 2007, 01:30:18 UTC

"I don't like you now," Dante muttered, fulfilling that subconscious need to have no emo around him by making everyone either pissed off or laughing.

"All right, dude," he began half-seriously, leaning his head on folded wrists on the cue. "What's up? Usually you wouldn't let me win so easily. At least you'd put up a fight." Mildly he cursed Kio for actually making him care, but dammit, he just wanted to play pool and it wasn't much fun if he was playing by himself.

dirtyrottenliar November 27 2007, 03:07:47 UTC

Schuldig gave a dramatic sigh and flopped backwards onto the table, ignoring the stares he was getting from some of the other patrons. "All right, I'll tell you. Lately I've been really depressed because I feel like all my friends have been ignoring me, and I'm pretty sure some of them are talking about me behind my back, and I can't sleep at all because I'm so worried about it, and I found out I'm allergic to chocolate." He did his best impression of a damsel-in-distress face--damsel because he was taking half of his complaints straight out of the head of the waitress with the nice ass.

Act over, he sat up and rolled his eyes. "I'm fuckin' bored. Everything's the same around here all the time, except when it does shit like turn into a jungle, and that's not my idea of fun."

h3llblade November 27 2007, 21:45:53 UTC

Dante rolled his eyes and yawned. "If it so boring, why don't you stir up some fun? I mean, serisouly, why not?" A chill ran up his spine as he remembered the jungle. "A jungle full of screaming psychos and shit isn't anyone's idea of fun."

He smirked, giving a small chuckle. "You could always change that rediculous wardrobe ya got. Its a little dated."

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