Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry and Resident Evil.
A/N: this drabble was written as a New Year gift for my dear friend LinaRohn.
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- Ed Wood.
- Yep.
- "Plan 9 from outer space".
- Yep.
- The worst film ever.
- Yep-yep! - Dante smiled brightly. - Actually, it is not so bad, just don't take it seriously. Okay, I'm buying tickets, you're buying popcorn.
And he headed for box offices.
There wasn't much business to take care of in the end of December. Demons had holidays, Wesker decided and made a conclusion, that demon hunters should have holidays too. And Dante... Dante was just bored until the moment he saw that placard "Sci-fi Retrospective Show". Claiming to be a connoisseur of cinema, he insisted on going to see that show.
Standing in a queue, Wesker studied the playbill carefully. "Plan 9 from outer space", "Flash Gordon", "The Invisible Man", "The day the Earth stood still" (not the recent movie with Keanu Reeves, of course!), "King-Kong", "Forbidden Planet"... It looked like the author of the playbill was inspired by opening song from "Rocky Horror Picture Show".
Dante was already waiting for him near the entrance to the showing room, flirting with a pretty usherette. The girl looked like she was going to melt. Maybe, even literally.
- Chips and beer, - Wesker announced. - No Coke, sorry.
- You don't buy it coz you don't like it, - Dante sighed.
- Exactly.
- But you drink half a bottle in one gulp. What's this, tortilla chips? – the half-breed tore the pack and grabbed one.
- It's tasty. Besides, I know what they are made of. Got the tickets?
- Of course.
When the usherette checked their tickets, Wesker made one more discovery.
- Back row? VIP-zone? - he looked at the half-breed over the top of his shades. Dante gave him an innocent smile.
- The best view, man! And very, very comfortable loveseats.
- Veeeeeery comfortable loveseats? - Wesker cooed. Dante wrinkled his nose.
- Hey, we are here to watch the movies and not to fuck!
Now the usherette looked like she was about to faint. People behind them froze. Dante, however, looked anything but confused.
- We'll fuck at home, - he promised. - Let's go.
And he pushed Wesker to the showing room.
The loveseats were really very comfortable, and Dante really wanted to watch the movie. However, it didn't prevent him from cuddling up to Wesker and nipping his ear gently. Wesker just had no choice. He put his arm around Dante's shoulders and kissed the half-breed back. Dante purred contentedly, relaxing against his lover's warm body.
This evening fully corresponded to his idea of a perfect date.