[ Dante is starting to really feel the alcohol and it's making it hard to concentrate on this. He's kind of nodding along, but he's more focused on how warm he is right now. Is this what it's like to drink something that isn't cheap? ]
[ Dante considers what Alastor said, then shrugs. ] Okay, I'll tell you anyway! [ He leans in close, putting his mouth near Alastor's ear and speaking low. ] I really, really like you!
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...
[ He lays his head down on the nice, cool bar. ]
So angels don't like to fuck.
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It's true, they are uptight sons of bitches. Though if you ask me, an afterlife without room for a little R&R ain't much of a paradise.
[Alastor nudges Dante, then slides the shotglass away from him.]
I can think of some people who'd be fine with that kind of workaholism.
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[ Dante frowns at Alastor sliding the shot glass away, and tries to grab it back. ]
Heyyy, I can handle more.
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[Nope, pulling the glass away, even as Rodin looks delighted.]
Didn't tell me you had a nephew. How old's the little devil?
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20-something. Not very little!
[ He leans towards Alastor. ]
Heeey, I got a secret.
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I'm all ears.
[Or at least, they're several inches long. Rodin puts a hand to his chin in thought, then nods.]
Maybe he oughta pay a visit, then. Figure the grandkid of Sparda and Eva would have plenty of uses for a Devil Arm or two.
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[ Dante then considers what Rodin said, and nods. ]
Nero likes any weapon he can get his hands on! His sword's so extra, it's all vroom... Then vroom!
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[Alastor will be holding onto that glass, while Rodin goes back to cleaning a previously used one.]
Heh, vroom and vroom, is it? Sounds like something another of my regulars would appreciate.
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[ Dante considers what Alastor said, then shrugs. ] Okay, I'll tell you anyway! [ He leans in close, putting his mouth near Alastor's ear and speaking low. ] I really, really like you!
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Alright, you've definitely had enough. Stating the obvious like it's a secret is where I tell you to go home.
[Rodin chuckles and flips the shelf back around to show bottles instead of profane accessories.]
Welcome to come back any time. We can work on that tolerance for the hard stuff.