A/N: Here's chapter 2, I know it's kind of short. Please let me know what you think! I'll try to get the last chapter up fairly soon. ;P
Naturally, Capcom still owns these guys. At this point, it might be for the best; I'm sure the battles over who got to keep the twins for him/herself would be bloody and violent...
Mourning After
"Come on, Verge. You didn't even sleep with her? What about being attracted to her? She spent the night in your room, in your bed, with you, and the two of you didn't even do anything?!"
At least Dante's exasperation was amusing, if the conversation wasn't.
"I fail to see why this is important to you, but if you must know, we talked. We have similar interests, and she spent most of the night reading through some of my books with me. When it became very late, I didn't think that she should try to walk home, so I invited her to stay here. The office is not a convenient, private, quiet, or particularly safe place to sleep. I was not going to subject the woman to sleeping in your room, whether you were there or not, so that only left my room. I have my bed and a single desk chair in my room. Therefore, yes, Dante, she slept in my bedroom, in my bed, with me."
"But without sex."
"Of course we did not have sex."
"You are straight, Verge, right?"
Vergil snorted. "Again, I fail to see the importance, but yes, Dante, as you well know, I am attracted to women, not men."
"Then why didn't you take advantage of the cute piece you had in your bed?"
"I do not believe that I have to sleep with every female that crosses my path, Dante, unlike you. She is a very nice girl to talk to, we share interests, nothing more."
Dante eyed his twin doubtfully.
"You're lying, Vergil. She had you turned on last night, I could smell it. She saw it for herself."
Vergil frowned at his twin.
"You deliberately tried to set me up. My unfortunate intolerance for alcohol combined with the connection I made with her caused the rest."
Dante snorted, clearly unbelieving.
It was true, for the most part. This morning when they'd awakened, she had been wearing very little, and he'd felt no real desire for her. Vergil frowned again, this time more to himself than at Dante. She'd smiled rather warmly at him, her face a little flushed at her state of undress. He had politely gone to the bathroom to shower and dress, expecting her to dress while he was out of the room. When he'd come back, however, she hadn't moved at all.
"I thought you would have dressed by now."
Her smile had instantly faded and she'd grabbed her clothes, dressed, and left. Vergil was really no less puzzled now than he had been then.
"Are we done, Dante? Lady had a job for one of us, one I will take, since I know you won't. I do not want to be late."
Dante sighed a little dramatically, and Vergil took his leave.
A few weeks later, at a bookstore that he loved, Vergil saw her again.
"Hello, Grazia. I see you remembered the name of this store after all."
She looked up, obviously surprised.
"Oh, Vergil. Yeah, well, I did. I thought I'd see if it had some of those books you'd mentioned that night. I've been more than a little bored the last couple of weeks or so, and thought the research might be fun."
"Did you find them?"
"No, but I have barely begun to explore this section, to be honest."
"I don't mind helping," he said, turning his attention to the shelves.
"Well, I,... Well, you seem to be pretty busy, so you really don't have to bother."
He frowned, half turning towards her. She was acting a little odd...
"Are you trying to get rid of me?" Vergil asked bluntly.
"No! I, I just...didn't think you'd want to bother, after the other morning."
He frowned.
She sighed. "Look, I know you were a little drunk that night, and I got the hint in the morning, loud and clear. Although I was trying very hard not to, and had been trying not to get the hint all that night in your room."
"What hint?"
She shrugged. "That you weren't interested in me after the alcohol wore off. Kind of like being coyote ugly, except I didn't even get the bragging rights beforehand."
She turned to her pile of notes and books on the table.
"It's okay, I'm not offended, or even really hurt, I guess. I know I'm not much to look at."
Vergil blinked, barely crediting this speech any sort of credibility.
"You expected me to sleep with you as well."
She visibly winced.
"Yeah, I know, right? Totally out of my league, what was I thinking?"
She gathered her things, hastily shelving books while completely avoiding looking at him. "Well, I think I've embarrassed myself enough today, how about I make my exit stage right."
She skirted the table and ducked out of the store. Vergil stared after her, vaguely wondering what had happened.
"And then he says, 'You expected me to sleep with you as well.'. Gods, I thought I was going to die right there, hearing him say that all blunt like that. Worst moment ever, Sheila."
The blonde Sheila put her arms around her distraught friend.
"Aw, come on, Jim, it'll be all right. Really."
The brunette pulled away, giving her friend a bitter smile.
"Easy for you to say. You didn't believe that some sexy god may have been interested in you, only to find that your reality check had bounced instead."
She frowned. "Not that you have problems with sexy gods; they really are interested in you."
"Oh, you exaggerate. Anyways, if he's not interested, why are you, right?"
"Right," the brunette agreed miserably.
"What is 'coyote ugly'?" Vergil asked.
Dante looked up from his magazine, blinking.
Did he just ask...?
"What?"
"I believe she said 'coyote ugly'. What is it?"
"The phrase or the movie?"
"There is a movie?"
Dante sighed. "What exactly did she say? Whoever she is."
Vergil closed his eyes, no doubt getting ready to recite the conversation verbatim.
"She said, 'Kind of like being coyote ugly, except I didn't even get the bragging rights beforehand.'"
Dante frowned.
"When you get drunk, take home a chick, fuck her, and wake up in the morning to realize she's demon-ass ugly. The idea is that you'd rather chew your arm off than move it and risk waking her up."
"Why do humans have such ridiculous phrases?"
"So, was she?"
"Was she what?"
Dante sighed. "Was she coyote ugly? The chick you overheard?"
"I didn't overhear her, Dante, she was speaking to me. As for being ugly, you should know; it was the girl from the bar."
"That cutie you let run out?"
He frowned. "She was talking about that night, wasn't she? Aww, you really are evil, Verge, making her think she was too ugly for you to sleep with. Too bad she doesn't know about that stick up your ass; it would help her perspective on things."
He flipped his magazine back up, leaving his brother rankled over his comment. Without looking back at his seething twin, Dante asked another question.
"Did you get that exorcism book?"
"Of course, although I had to visit our secondary source to do it. The usual bookstore did not have it."
Dante did a bit of quick figuring. Vergil must have seen her at the bookstore, then.
"Well, I'll let you get to work on that then. I need to stretch my legs anyway."
He slipped on his coat and shouldered the guitar case containing Rebellion.
He arrived at the bookstore a little while later, not really expecting to find her there. The girl behind the counter knew who he was talking about, however, and a little judicious flirting got him enough information to start looking for her. He never stopped to consider what he was doing or why, just ambled down the street in the right direction.
When he returned to Devil May Cry a few hours later, he had a decent idea of her general neighborhood, and decided he needed to expand his reading habits.
