dreamcrystals | [Open] ♡ 9th Dose ♡ Blow Out the Candles

Want to, Really. Today's just been a long day. Might not be the best company for birthday celebrating.

Oh yeah?

Care to spill the beans, Red? What's got you down in the dumps?

Lady's gone.

Oh shit.

You too?

Yeah. Wait, this happened to you, too? Alastor's gone?

HA! No, that old goat is still here. He's like herpes, you can't get rid of him.

But...

I did lose someone I was... close to.

Oh. Could still go drinking if you want. Doesn't stop today from being your day.

Oh? Oh? Is that all ya got to say? Sheesh, don't comfort me too hard, Red.

Meh, today ain't all that special. Lets get smashed and drink our problems away~

Now you're talking. We're gonna make today special. I got a bottle of this fancy wine the dragons have been aging for generations. Was saving it for a special occasion and now, that occasion's you.

And you're going to use in on little ol` me? I'm honored~

I got a bottle of this demonus we can drink to. Guarantied to get you fucked up.

So... where this party going down?

Could make it a house call if you want, hang out at your place. Or I pick you up on my bike and we go with the flow from there. Your call.

Bike?

You better mean motorcycle cause I'm going to laugh your clown ass out the door if you pick me up on a fucking four speed.

Though my place is open. That is if ya don't mind a few house geusts.

I'll pull up and let you decide from there.

(A simple message to leave off on before heading out the door. Why not make it a surprise? Dante lets the motorcycle speak for itself, its engine proudly roaring through the forest before coming to a stop outside ANgel's and Alastor's home. His bike's a bit more impressive than a four speed, he'd say.)

[A moment after the messages stopped flooding in, Angel cocked a brow down at his journal. Well alright then, we shall see what Mister Demon Hunter had in store for him. However, Angel wasn't expecting to hear the deep purr of a motorcycle humming through the trees.

Stepping out onto the porch of his shared treehouse with the Radio Demon, he leans against the doorway eyeing the mechanical beast between the half blood's legs. Damn, now that was bike. Crossing his arms, Angel lets out a long slow whistle.]

Well thats certainly not a 4 speed. Thats a sexy piece of machinery you got there between those pretty little legs. You gonna take me for a ride, Red?

I'll take you wherever you wanna go. Just hop on and hold on tight.

(Admittedly, Dante does look pretty rough. Emotionally distressed as he's been because of Lady's disappearance, largely in reddened eyes that were overwhelmed with emotion, but Dante's pulling himself together to keep them from showing. For a little while, at least.)

I didn't bring any protection. Figured we didn't need it.

[The spider lets out a chuckle as he walks further out onto the porch. It didn't go unnoticed that the demon hunter looked worse for wear but... with what he knew, he didn't expect anything less. Not that he minded... He liked a little scruff.

Smirking, Angel made his way down the ladder to join Dante on the ground, eye fucking that bike.]

That's alright, babe. I like ridin' dirty~

[Climbing onto the back, the porn star wrapped all four of his arms around the half blood... Maybe holding on a bit too tight as he held himself flushed against the man's back.]

Let's head for the beach~

(A firm embrace, one that Dante doesn't share too often, but the smirk shines on his face as he revs the engine.)

A little fun in the sun? Sounds good to me.

(The engine roars as they take off, the bike quickly speeding through the forest. Dante's a natural at riding a bike, weaving past trees with ease and the wind blowing through his hair. He takes the scenic route to the beach, figuring Angel might want to enjoy the ride a little longer. How often do either of them get to enjoy this kind of speed? For a little while, they could even pretend they're leaving their woes behind. That's what Dante tells himself, anyway.

But soon, the warm beach approaches and the motorcycle slows to a stop.)

Hell of a view, isn't it? A great spot to settle in and drink for a while. Brought the tools to keep 'em cold, too.

[The spider held on for dear life as they took off through the woods. The wind rippling through his fur felt pleasant, even if it was fucking up his nice hairdo. Nothing like a something powerful vibrating between your legs with a hot guy to get your motor running.

As they came to a stop by the beach, Angel didn't loosen his grip on the hunter. Only turning his head to look out across the glistening sands.]

You got that right. I know a little shady spot by the palms we can go to have a little privacy~ [Finally the porn star released Dante to swing his legs to one side.,] You said you brought the drinks?

Right here.

(Dante produces a bottle from his coat pocket, the described dragon wine. Aged at several hundred years old with whatever techniques implemented to brew it, stored away in a fancy little bottle that's been unopened all this time. It's kept slightly chilled and offered to the spider.)

Back home, I'd never be able to afford something like this. That's a wine worth sharing with someone else.

[The spider's eyes gleamed at the sight of the fancy little bottle. You didn't need to tell him twice as the took what was offered to him.]

And you're going to waste it on little ol' me. I'm flattered~

[Angel flashed him a smirk as he heads down the shoreline toward the row of palms that dotted the beach. Just as he promised, it was out of line of sight from most people walking along the sand. It was shady with a fallen log perfect for a pair to sit on. even with the bushes to either side, it had a great view of the crashing waves. He... may or may not have used this place once with a certain demon of Greed. Popping a squat, Angel perched himself on the makeshift bench, leaving enough room for the demon hunter to join him.]

So... What's got you down in the dumps, Red?

(Pocketing the bike, Dante strolled along towards private little spot, nodding towards the comfortable space. It was romantic, in a way, with the log beneath the shade to look out towards the ocean and the horizon behind it. Opportunities to enjoy moments like these are rare, and he can't help being a little suspicious at first. With Angel, he takes a breath and a seat right next to him.)

This place is beautiful. I wanted to take Lady somewhere like this. Did I ever tell you about the Hell in our world? Full of vicious and aggressive bastards. Very few exceptions. The chance to relax and enjoy a place like this didn't really come up. She'd love it...

(Dante shakes his head.)

...You brought someone here once before?

Sounds like your Hell is as rough as mine. Maybe a little rougher. [There was a pause before he gave Dante a little nudge.] Hey, chin up. Its not to late. Maybe when ya go back and see her again, you can take your balls out of your purse to ask her out.

[There was a glint of gold as he smirked at him.]

Hmm~ More like I was dragged here once. When I first arrived they had a beach event and well... we grabbed a bucket of color changing water balloons to make our own little paintin'~

(Dante starts to smirk again.)

Sounds like a blast. Make your own work of art, leave your mark on a place as soon as you show up...shouldn't be hard. You're not someone who's easily forgotten. Too much force of personality.

(And that's a good thing. Angel proudly stands out from a crowd and why wouldn't Dante appreciate that? Not like he does the same thing all the time. He gestures towards the bottle.)

Want me to open that?

Eh, what can I say? Go big or go home I always say. You only get to live once so do what ever the fuck you want while you can.

[Angel shot a glance down at the bottle in his hand before raising it to offer it back to him.]

Oh please do~ I need a big strong man to help me. If we finish this off, I got a little treat of us too~

(Dante's smirk widened as he reached for the bottle. A partial demon transformation, his arm shifting and glowing red, claws tipping each finger. One prods into the cork to get a hold, fingers gripping the sides. A small bit of finagling and that satisfying pop rings out, the cork spinning on Dante's finger as his arm returns to its normal shape.)

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