[he travels to the pier just fine, having already been in kyst anyway, and waits outside the tavern on a bench, casually sat and looking about as people going by. he's pretty much a regular... and people greet him or act surprised to see him around so early already! mister tony redgrave is well-liked around these parts.]
[ Mercedes takes a little longer, but he won't be kept waiting forever. She does seem to be familiar to the natives, in her own way, though "Fury Slayer" is still as embarrassing as it was the first time they called her that. Once she spots Dante on the bench, she brightens. ]
[dante can't help but grin at her approach, definitely having heard what the natives called her.]
Fury Slayer, huh.
[he fought off one, too, and knows just how tough those monsters were to handle, even with two other people in tow. he wonders just what she did... maybe she'll share with him? hm.]
[dante stands up and waves away her thanks, like he's allergic to them, and instead starts walking towards the tavern, where he opens the door. it's never too early to start drinking, and a couple of regulars raise their heads to say hey to him. dante sure makes friends... with people. the tavern, bull'seye, has quickly become one of dante's favorite because of the people anyway.]
[he stands there, though, and motions towards mercedes, who looks unsurprisingly out of place.]
The bar or a table, your pick.
Edited (last minute research to make the name of the tavern more...accurate..) 2020-01-04 00:05 (UTC)
[ She looks sooooo out of place, and she is going to continue looking out of place among a bunch of grizzled, laughing, and/or mostly intoxicated locals. But at least she seems completely comfortable.
Though no, she isn't responding to the Fury Slayer comment. ]
[and so they'll do just that. dante leads them to the bar and takes a seat on the stool, immediately calling up the bartender. a dark-skinned man with curls that fall over his forehead approaches them, an amused smile on his face.]
Oh? Finally got yourself a date, Dante?
Shut it, Eryn. [he slams his hand down, palm open, onto the counter, to the bartender's amusement.] And bring us some of those fried potato skins.
And put it in your ever-growing tab?
[dante sends the man a glare, and eryn just about rolls his eyes with an easy smile and heads on to his duties.]
Ignore 'im. [as he points at a number of drinks on the wall] What's your poison of choice?
... If I said "surprise me", would that be a poor idea?
[ With a faint smile at Eryn, who clearly knows Dante well enough. Goddess, she can only imagine what people would think if this was considered a date. ]
[but he has a feeling that mercedes will just leave it up to him.]
Let's start you up with a cider. Hey! An apple cider and the usual for me.
The sun's still up—
[dante puts down a number of silver coins onto the counter, effectively shutting eryn up with a light laugh. the bartender goes off to get their orders sorted.]
[eryn sets down their drinks, a whiskey for dante in a round glass and an apple cider for mercedes in a tall glass. she actually gets a napkin. dante does not.]
Well, new experiences. [he picks his glass up.] Cheers to you.
[at least she's open to trying things out... in any case, dante isn't doing too good on the money area and he wants to keep eryn from calling him out, thus he will pace himself with his drink.]
[he takes another sip from his glass as he looks elsewhere with the intention of trying to figure out what would be a good enough trivia about himself.]
Might be easier if you ask me something specific.
[he is actually a boring guy, if you take away the devil hunting aspect...]
That's easy enough. [at least it isn't like, a personal question of something.] I was in hell weeding out some ugly tree's roots with my brother, having a good old time fighting demons.
[and whiskey down his throat]
Hm. Fellden smells a lot nicer than the bowels of the demon world. You can take my word for that.
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How much will it be?
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[ And with a huff-- ]
Really, Dante, to think I'd charge you!
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A lunch date at your convenience. We can discuss business then.
[code for: friendship.]
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All right. I happen to have some free time right now, actually.
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Alright. Kyst?
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[and beer. hm.]
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Then, I'll meet you at the tavern. Please travel safely.
[ Stop momming the guy who's way older than you, Mercedes. ]
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Will do.
[he travels to the pier just fine, having already been in kyst anyway, and waits outside the tavern on a bench, casually sat and looking about as people going by. he's pretty much a regular... and people greet him or act surprised to see him around so early already! mister tony redgrave is well-liked around these parts.]
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Thank you for waiting!
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Fury Slayer, huh.
[he fought off one, too, and knows just how tough those monsters were to handle, even with two other people in tow. he wonders just what she did... maybe she'll share with him? hm.]
[dante stands up and waves away her thanks, like he's allergic to them, and instead starts walking towards the tavern, where he opens the door. it's never too early to start drinking, and a couple of regulars raise their heads to say hey to him. dante sure makes friends... with people. the tavern, bull'seye, has quickly become one of dante's favorite because of the people anyway.]
[he stands there, though, and motions towards mercedes, who looks unsurprisingly out of place.]
The bar or a table, your pick.
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[ She looks sooooo out of place, and she is going to continue looking out of place among a bunch of grizzled, laughing, and/or mostly intoxicated locals. But at least she seems completely comfortable.
Though no, she isn't responding to the Fury Slayer comment. ]
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Oh? Finally got yourself a date, Dante?
Shut it, Eryn. [he slams his hand down, palm open, onto the counter, to the bartender's amusement.] And bring us some of those fried potato skins.
And put it in your ever-growing tab?
[dante sends the man a glare, and eryn just about rolls his eyes with an easy smile and heads on to his duties.]
Ignore 'im. [as he points at a number of drinks on the wall] What's your poison of choice?
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[ With a faint smile at Eryn, who clearly knows Dante well enough. Goddess, she can only imagine what people would think if this was considered a date. ]
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[but he has a feeling that mercedes will just leave it up to him.]
Let's start you up with a cider. Hey! An apple cider and the usual for me.
The sun's still up—
[dante puts down a number of silver coins onto the counter, effectively shutting eryn up with a light laugh. the bartender goes off to get their orders sorted.]
This isn't your usual scene, is it?
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And I think if the people here are all fond of you, then all the more reason to visit more often.
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[don't baffle him, mercie]
[eryn sets down their drinks, a whiskey for dante in a round glass and an apple cider for mercedes in a tall glass. she actually gets a napkin. dante does not.]
Well, new experiences. [he picks his glass up.] Cheers to you.
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To new experiences!
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Is it any good?
[the apple cider...]
So, you want a memory from my world, was it?
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I like learning more about you, after all.
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[he takes another sip from his glass as he looks elsewhere with the intention of trying to figure out what would be a good enough trivia about himself.]
Might be easier if you ask me something specific.
[he is actually a boring guy, if you take away the devil hunting aspect...]
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[ Or is that opening a can of worms... ]
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[and whiskey down his throat]
Hm. Fellden smells a lot nicer than the bowels of the demon world. You can take my word for that.
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