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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]

[wittyreplyhere]

Unfortunately once Dante got an idea in his head, it was hard to make him let go. And with this he started trying to connect the dots himself in a rather haphazard manner.

He thought back on the topics they had just discussed. It couldn't be about him because he could do no wrong and the only other thing they talked about was...

"It's about Vergil, isn't it? What did he do this time?"

[getyourgunson]

How the hell did this conversation run to Vergil? The confusion was shown quite clearly on Date's face as he gave an incredulous look at his partner, not quite certain what he should say now.

Eventually though, the warlord managed out one question: "What does Vergil have to do with this?"

[wittyreplyhere]

Dante returned the look with one of his own. It was obvious, wasn't it? His thought processes were flawless after all.

"You being mopey, and Vergil's the only one thing that came up that it could of been." He took another sip from his drink. "It was either that, work or me and it can't be the last two."

[getyourgunson]

And yet more staring? Seriously, where the hell did Dante even get that idea into his head? Also, that last statement he said? It was totally untrue.

"Vergil's got nothing to do with anything," Date returned, resisting to urge to do something like facepalming. "Besides, if its anything on that list you just said it would be you." The warlord, of course, was completely nonchalant as he said that, finishing his sentence with another mouthful of potatoes.

[wittyreplyhere]

Dante was offended by that. Come on he may gripe, complain and bitch, but he still did all the important stuff eventually. There was also a lot of sudden changes in his life and he needed time to get used to it all. Everyone seemed to be telling him 'this is how it is, get used to it.' He hated getting shoved into a corner like that and he was trying to handle it well.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dante scowled. He shoved more food into his mouth and chewed sullenly.

[getyourgunson]

"It just means what I just said," was the simple response from the samurai, swiping a chip off Dante's hand before he could eat it and munching on it himself. "You need to actually start turning up for your work as Zone Leader instead of constantly running to Genesis' district and slacking off there."

Seriously Dante: it wouldn't hurt to actually do some proper work every once in a while.

[wittyreplyhere]

He shot a glare briefly for the stolen chip. That chip wouldn't go unavenged, he retaliated by dragging the whole plate towards him. He could get rid of the inedible things later. Maybe he could throw it at someone's head...

"I am working." He said defensively. For all his moaning he did do some work, he just chose to do it in a way that no one would ever be able to recognise it as such. "Besides, I keep getting invited to things there. Rude to say no."

[getyourgunson]

Yet another pointed look was sent towards Dante's direction when he took his plate, and Date simply reached out and grabbed back his plate, making sure to move it out of the other's current reach. If the guy wanted his plate, he could take one for himself.

"If you are then I don't see any results at all," the Meister pointed out bluntly, scowling. "And you can tell those women that you're busy when they ask you." It was a perfectly valid reason in his eyes.

[wittyreplyhere]

Despite the fact that it was out of his reach, it didn't stop him from trying to get it back. When that didn't work he cheated and transformed his arm, using the extra length the blade gave him to stab the plate and drag it back. Once it was secured he picked it up with one hand and started eating with smug satisfaction.

"Now that's just rude. How could you just expect me to say no to all those pretty ladies?" To do something like that was unthinkable to his eyes.

[getyourgunson]

There were no words to describe the infinite amount of annoyance that Date felt right now towards Dante. Right from the beginning of this day until now Dante had done absolutely nothing but make him more and more and even more annoyed. And when Date Masamune felt annoyed, there was only one thing he could do.

Without even bothering to reply to the other's (incredibly irritating) response the warlord moved a leg to kick Dante right in his gut, using enough force to make his partner fall onto the floor with his chair. Of course, he wasn't so bad as to sacrifice the plate as well - Date made sure to grab it before it could shatter against the ground.

"I'm going to ignore you now," he said bluntly before turning away and doing just that.

[wittyreplyhere]

Dante went one way and the plate the other. He lay on the ground for one surprised second before pulling himself back up with an angry huff. Ignoring him? No one was allowed to do that! Dante stood over him ready to say some angry words, before he was hit by a sudden queasy feeling. He'd already had quite a bit to drink and he'd only just ingested a quantity of food, the kick in the gut didn't help matters and neither did his quick, sudden movements.

He opened his mouth to speak, paused with a strange look on his face before proceeding to throw up the contents of his stomach on Date.

[getyourgunson]

Still very much in Ignoring Dante mode, Date made it a very mental point to avoid the other as much as he could for about the rest of the night. As much as he said he was going to ignore him, there was only so long he could do that before he needed to unignore him for some reason or another.

That was pretty much the only reason why he did notice Dante coming up to him, which was why he could avoid having to face Dante properly which led to why he didn't have to find himself covered in extremely unappetizing half-digested food when Dante threw up. The floor between them, however, was a completely different story (unfortunately).

In a few more moments Date would regain back his senses and start to do the proper things, but for now all the warlord could do was to scowl, scrunch his nose up and with limited breath, wheezed out the following: "What the fuck, Dante?"

[wittyreplyhere]

Dante was still doubled over after that and he lifted up an arm and waved it in a fashion that attempted to convey the message 'give me a moment here'. He spits out whatever is left in his mouth before groping at the table blindly, reaching for his drink to wash his mouth out with alcoholic punch.

That done, he dropped the now empty cup (thankfully it was a paper one) before sliding down to the floor, pressing his face against the cool surface of the tile. "Drinking, eating, kicking." Date could connect the dots.

[getyourgunson]

Having about the patience as long as the attention span of a goldfish (which was three seconds, scientifically proven), Date quickly got irritated as Dante pulled his hoohaa after the whole throwing up incident. The warlord was very tempted to begin on his way to pick up a towel or something to clean up the mess before the Weapon talked.

A moment passed after that.

"I'm going to clean up the mess," was all that Date said before he went to do just that - which was what he had been planning to do minutes before already.

[wittyreplyhere]

Dante groaned in response. His stomach still hurt and moving was too much of a pain.

"Go ahead, you didn't have to kick me."