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30 Something - Pink Panties
Vergil was use to his brother's behavior. All the many quirks that made up who Dante was. So, it was no news or surprise to him that his twin (and lover) was a pig. And, while he, himself, would win no sensitivity awards, Dante took it to levels he never would. That, and he just hated to be disrespected, which he felt his brother was doing. Again, not surprising.
Currently, the 'red' twin was busy sipping a beer, since yet another bar did not offer his beloved strawberry sundaes. This behavior was not what had Vergil gripping his own tumbler of scotch tight enough it was close to shattering. No, it was what his twin found so entertaining, he didn't seem capable of removing his eyes from it.
"Dante, if you wish to even think about having sex anytime soon, you will cease staring at that woman's ass!" Vergil hissed out with a growl. The other Sparda had been doing so for the last fifteen minutes, at least.
"I can't help it!" Dante defended, lamely. It wasn't his fault that, not only was it a fine ass, but it stuck out like a neon sign.
Vergil quirked a brow. Surely even Dante could do better than that! "If that is all the better you can do. I'm going home, and don't expect to sleep anywhere but the couch anytime soon. Shouldn't be hard for you, as much as you sleep on it during the day, when you should be working."
"Woah. Hey. Calm down, Verg." Dante put his hands up before Vergil really got going about his work ethic. "Don't get your panties in a bunch. You know I'm just looking."
"You aren't helping you situation," Vergil intoned darkly.
"I really can't help it, Vergil. Look at it! Sticks out in the crowd, demands attention." Dante waved in the general direction of the woman.
Vergil sighed to himself. His brother really should think before speaking. But, against better judgment, he looked. At first, it escaped him what Dante could possibly find so attention grabbing, even keeping in mind how his brother's mind worked. Then, she stepped into better lighting.
He wrinkled his nose in disgust. What he saw was hideous, and even the straightest, macho guy around would know it was a fashion disaster. He wondered, a moment, if she was likely a whore, but even they knew better. That just meant she was blind or a complete idiot.
The woman wore bright pink panties under thin, skin tight cotton hot pants. Vergil seriously felt the urge to throw up. "That is horrid."
"It's like a train wreck." Dante smirked. "But, now you can't blame me. It's not my fault." He eyed Vergil. "Right?" He did his best not to sound hopeful. He'd grown to be very fond of sleeping with his twin, and the idea of no sex with him nearly made Dante want to grovel.
"This time, but you're making it up to me." He smirked. "And, I know just how you will."
Dante hoped the smirk meant something dirty, but deep in his gut knew it meant nothing good. For him, at least.