[...Huh, color Vergil surprised. Then again, Dante can certainly pack away a lot. The wings may be just be the appetizer before there's several greasy pies to follow. That would hardly be surprising if it ends up being the case.]
[Dante's drink of choice is set down in front of him by the bartender as well as a puck-shaped pager for when the wings are ready. Reaching over, Vergil takes the pager since he's the one ultimately picking up the tab. He also hardly doubts the wings will be the only food Dante ends up ordering before the night is through the more he thinks on it. Better that he's the one keeping track of the device then rather than leaving it up to Dante. The bartender takes Vergil's drink order, which Vergil is somehow able to get through with a straight face. Fear not, he feels ridiculous on the inside having to call it a "mana potion" rather than just calling it a frozen blue moscato margarita like an actual adult. But it's for Dante. Tonight is for Dante. So, he will suffer the indignity in his efforts to not be a drag on the evening.]
[Vergil brushes right past it though and looks to Dante.]
( With their order[s] placed, he lounges there against the bar counter and glances over to his brother at the question. A slow raise of a brow, he looks around them β takes a moment or two before he's looking back over to Vergil there. )
( Which could be male or female for him, but! Heβs joking. As if his brother would EVER insinuate something such as THAT. Still, it gets Dante to chuckle a little as he rubs the scruff on his chin and he reaches out to give Vergilβs shoulder a couple pats. )
Iβm just messinβ with ya. Donβt get all flustered or anything. At least save that for when I kick your ass in a game.
[Vergil's confusion does not lessen enough for him to be flustered in the first place. He spares a glance at the hand patting his shoulder a couple of times before moving his own hand to brush it away.]
The only reason you would win is because I allowed it.
( Wow! Check this guy out here. Super rude. The nerve, etc. Chuckle on his lips, he raises both his brows at that and opens his mouth to say something before he stops because, oh look, here come those wings. )
Much obliged, good sir!
( A little salute to the wings being delivered, he plucks one up and takes a bite right away. Giving himself a second or two to see how he feels about it before... )
Well, hot damn. These are pretty good. Try one!
( To which, of course, he holds out the one he's bitten into for Vergil to try. )
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[Dante's drink of choice is set down in front of him by the bartender as well as a puck-shaped pager for when the wings are ready. Reaching over, Vergil takes the pager since he's the one ultimately picking up the tab. He also hardly doubts the wings will be the only food Dante ends up ordering before the night is through the more he thinks on it. Better that he's the one keeping track of the device then rather than leaving it up to Dante. The bartender takes Vergil's drink order, which Vergil is somehow able to get through with a straight face. Fear not, he feels ridiculous on the inside having to call it a "mana potion" rather than just calling it a frozen blue moscato margarita like an actual adult. But it's for Dante. Tonight is for Dante. So, he will suffer the indignity in his efforts to not be a drag on the evening.]
[Vergil brushes right past it though and looks to Dante.]
Anything caught your eye yet?
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You mean... game-wise?
( That is what Vergil is referring to, right? )
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What else would I be referring to?
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( Which could be male or female for him, but! Heβs joking. As if his brother would EVER insinuate something such as THAT. Still, it gets Dante to chuckle a little as he rubs the scruff on his chin and he reaches out to give Vergilβs shoulder a couple pats. )
Iβm just messinβ with ya. Donβt get all flustered or anything. At least save that for when I kick your ass in a game.
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The only reason you would win is because I allowed it.
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Much obliged, good sir!
( A little salute to the wings being delivered, he plucks one up and takes a bite right away. Giving himself a second or two to see how he feels about it before... )
Well, hot damn. These are pretty good. Try one!
( To which, of course, he holds out the one he's bitten into for Vergil to try. )