Beneath your perfume and make-up you're just a baby in disguise.

[hellspawnedhero]

Who: Dante and Roze (fullofthorns)
What: Drunken idiots, flirting and sexual tension.
When: Thursday evening.
Where: Dante's apartment.

Dante would be lying if he claimed he wasn't disappointed the girl he'd talked to was underage. She was hot, spunky, a fighter and few things turned him on like a woman who went for what she wanted. But jailbait was jailbait, and he wasn't going to risk being labelled a sexual deviant just for a pretty face. She didn't look like she could be much younger than eighteen anyway, so he might get his chance yet in this place.

And, of course, none of that factored in to the fact that he had offered her alcohol. His policy on underage drinking was far more lax...okay, it was downright nonexistent. It wasn't his business if someone wanted to get utterly wasted before they hit twenty-one. So, after giving her a bit of time to get settled in, he'd sent her a message asking when she wanted to take him up on that offer.

Now he was lounging on the couch in his apartment, seemingly relaxed except for the heavy broadsword resting against the arm of the couch by his head, within easy reach should he need it. It was a survival habit Dante had picked up from years and years of regular demon attacks: never be unarmed.

Coronamon was lying on the other arm of the couch, dozing. Not that Dante was surprised. The kid was energetic, so it was only natural that he would wear himself out fast. Nor was he disappointed. He didn't care to listen to a bunch of chiding about how much he was likely to end up drinking tonight.

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[hellspawnedhero]

He smirked as he took the bottle from her, making sure his fingers brushed against hers. He hummed to himself thoughtfully, then tilted the bottle back for a gulp of his own. He took his time before lowering the bottle, drawing his tongue slowly over the edge and inside of the rim and savoring the thin film of liquid that had clung there while keeping his eyes on Roze.

"I think I prefer the more direct version, no offense."

He offered the bottle back to her, reaching down with his other hand to grab Rebellion.

"You're not gonna take offense if I offer ya leftovers from dinner, right?"

[fullofthorns]

"Tch, people who can't eat leftovers or turn their noses up to anything that isn't spoiled piss me off," she answered, snagging the bottle back from him with a faint scowl.

"And you're the one with all the rules, Princess. I don't mind pussy-footing around the details and taking the time but until then I'm gonna take what I can get."

She tipped the bottle against her head by way of toast and salute before taking another swig, eyes at half mast as she imagined she could taste the saliva there, eyes fixed on Dante as she did.

[hellspawnedhero]

"Got the rules for a reason. But if you're real nice, maybe I'll consider giving you a preview of what I've got planned if you manage to impress me in battle."

He gave her a suggestive smirk as he stood up and walked off again, hefting his sword onto his shoulders in a motion that made his hips move just enough to call attention downward.

[fullofthorns]

She chuckled at that, tongue flickign over her bottom lip before teeth closed on it as her eyes roamed down, then back up. Yes, she was behaving badly. Yeah, it was probably a little defensive behavior, railing against her apparent abduction and celebrating her sudden freedom from the oppression back home.

Was she going to regret it?

Taking another look at Dante's hips and backside, she decided the answer was 'no'. Chances were pretty good that by the end of this, she was going to be absolutely free of regret. Although she did enjoy mulling over the promises he made. Not of the rewards, but of the fight. It had been a long time since she'd had any good competition and even longer still since anyone was fighting to get in her skirt. Of course that was her father's fault.

Shit. Talk about Daddy issues.

Muttering a low curse to herself she stretched out on the couch, resting her head on one arm, one foot over the other arm. The second foot bent at the knee and rested on the floor over the side of the couch, putting her in a broad and comfortable sprawl in the man's absence. Meanwhile she explore the contents of the other bottles finding herself pleasantly surprised on all counts.

"Know any good ways to get quick cash around here?" she called out, capping one bottle and opening another. "I'll treat next time. Well...unless they've got laws against purchase under a certain age. Then I'll just fork over the money I suppose..."

[hellspawnedhero]

Coronamon rolls off the arm of the couch and onto Roze's leg when she raises her voice and mumbles something in his sleep before curling up.

Dante waits to respond until he's on his way back, carrying a cardboard box the right size and shape for pizza and half a box of strawberries.

"Some guy said somethin' about jobs that give decent pay."

[fullofthorns]

She sat up slightly when Coronamon rolled, smirking and reaching over to tug him gently up, resting him in her lap. When Dante returned she sat up enough for him sit where she could rest back in his lap.

"What kinda jobs? K-man says I ain't supposed to fight or somethin'. Like my tactics and weapons are pretty useless against the locals? That's some shit. Man, pizza. I love you."