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thefolder2013-08-22 07:30 pm
hellspawnedhero) wrote in thefolder2013-08-22 07:30 pm
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Beneath your perfume and make-up you're just a baby in disguise.
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.
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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