That guy? Yeah, right. The least he can talk the better for him.
[he stretches, leaning back on the stool. in that same moment, eryn places a plate with potato wedges and sauce beside it. dante stares, skeptical, then squints over at the bartender who just winks over at mercedes like the damn charmer he is. dante's still suspicious even as eryn walks off to tend to another task, grabbing at one of the wedges and slathering it with sauce before popping it in his mouth. it's crunchy and salty and delicious—he's so bummed out by the fact that he'll probably end up paying for it, too.]
It's probably on my tab already, so you might as well eat some, too. [grumble]
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But I'm sure your brother would probably have a lot to say to you.
[ Even if Dante wouldn't listen... ]
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[he stretches, leaning back on the stool. in that same moment, eryn places a plate with potato wedges and sauce beside it. dante stares, skeptical, then squints over at the bartender who just winks over at mercedes like the damn charmer he is. dante's still suspicious even as eryn walks off to tend to another task, grabbing at one of the wedges and slathering it with sauce before popping it in his mouth. it's crunchy and salty and delicious—he's so bummed out by the fact that he'll probably end up paying for it, too.]
It's probably on my tab already, so you might as well eat some, too. [grumble]
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[ And Dante looks so pained, how could she let him handle paying for potato wedges? ]