The Hole, lol, what was I thinking.

Anyways all the thoughts done this chapter will be Nero's so I don't have to overstate that fact. And because of this, this chapter will be rated M for excessive language. You've been warned.

So here we go again.

 Intermission – Double Date Part 2

(The Hole)

The double daters walked into 'The Hole'; Nero and Trish highly skeptical while Kyrie very excited to try something new.

"Welcome dear guests," the torn cloth host welcomed, coming before the group, "You are now in The Hole, the fastest growing bile movement this side of the country's ever seen." He laughed, not getting any back.

"For some reason I think I'm going to hear that all night." Nero told himself, grabbing for his stomach.

"They make me say that," the host clarified.

The restaurant itself seemed very casual, minus the cave wall interior outlined with graffiti. All of the tables were placed in the various holes set out across the room, some even in the walls. The lights hung low from the ceiling to illuminate the holes within the ground. All of the waiters, either dressed in torn suits or dirty furling coats, climbed in and out of the holes by ladder, two being posted at each hole to prevent accidents.

"What is this, the homeless shelter? If I knew I would have been eating with rats I'd just stay in Dante's garage.

"Hi Frank," the doctor greeted, drawing the host in for a hug, "I can't believe you're still working here."

"I can't believe this guy's a regular here." Nero took a second thought, "Yes I can."

"Quinn, look at you," the man responded, turning to see Trish, "Is she your daughter."

"Daughter, ha ha ha, daughter…"

"Actually, I'm his date," Trish stepped in, grabbing the 'last name only' doctor's hand.

"I can't wait to taste the food," the elegant Kyrie announced, gaining Frank's attention who took it as an invitation.

"Oh let me personally assure your 'whole' satisfaction," he smirked, reaching for hand to deliver a kiss.

"I'm sure we will," Nero stepped forward snatching Kyrie's hand away.

"Ah, well let me lead you to your hole," Frank guided them.

Trish passed by Nero, stepping on his foot with discretion, "Your best behavior."

Nero ignored his pain, "Is she threatening me? She can't take me. I think. But I'm going to find out that kook's motives whether she likes it or not."

The couples dropped into the holes sitting as: Nero across from Trish and Kyrie across from Quinn. Frank handed off the menus bidding them farewell as the group got settled in. A deep silence came over them as everyone stared into the contents of the menu.

"Steak ole Hole; Chick out the Pit; Holey Mullet, what in the hell is this shit? I can't really be expected to eat this crap can I?" "So Trish," he decided to get some laughs in, "What are you having?"

"I don't know Nero," she answered sarcastically.

"Quinn what do you recommend for Trish," Nero continued to pester her.

"Well I'm getting the evening special 'What's in the Hole.' It's a large platter full of different droppings of food."

Trish looked at Nero angrily, trying not vomit as she managed her words, "Then…I'll just eat off your plate."

"Okay," Quinn stated happily, "Kyrie what are you getting?"

"Ooo the 'Murky Whole Flush,'" she smiled. Nero began to hate himself because he wanted to laugh.

"I wish Dante was here he would enjoy this."

The waiter, not Frank, climbed down into the hole ready to take each one's order when it finally came to Nero, "And what about you sir?"

"A burger," he stated simply.

"That'll be one 'Dung Slammed Fast;' would you like it loose grain or chunks of meat?"

"A burger," Nero turned away nonchalant, not recognizing the full scope of the waiter's question. It was silent for a while with everyone looking around at each other. Frank walked around the pit looking down at Nero and with a big smile he gave two thumbs up walking off. Nero just shook his head in disbelief that he had stayed there that long.

"Sir," the waiter regained Nero's attention, "Would you like your dung loose or chunky?"

Nero's head snapped towards the waiter's direction; the finger's of his devil bringer twitching as his face filled with an overwhelming disgust. "Did this stupid motherfucker just ask me if I wanted a loose and chunky pile of shit?" his thoughts, became twisted from what was actually said. "I want a damn burger is that so hard?" Nero looked around waiting for the others to comment.

"Yes sir," the waiter hurried trying not to upset Nero further. Everyone was silent; Trish with her face in her hands ashamed, though no one could see her and Quinn with a blank expression.

"Someone didn't get much sleep last night," he joked with Kyrie, making her chuckle. The waiter was half way up the later before noticing they didn't have any drinks. With a great sigh he descended the ladder once again.

"I'm sorry," the waiter reintroduced his presence, "I forgot to ask what you wanted to drink."

"A Sprite for me," Kyrie jumped.

"I'll have a 'Miner's Spring,'" Quinn returned.

The waiter wrote the drinks down then renounced them, "One 'Miner's Spring' and a 'Crystal Stream.'"

"Okay, those are names I can deal with," Nero thought, having a change of heart about 'The Hole.'

"And what about you two?" the waiter asked Trish, hesitant to address Nero.

"Liquor!" the ousted simultaneously. They stared at each other then looked towards the waiter, frozen from the outburst, for his response.

"What…kind…?" not sure he wanted to know.

"Long Island!" their deranged alignment continued.

"Okay one 'Miner's Spring', a 'Crystal Stream' and," Nero drew closer to catch the name, "Two 'Dumps in Your Hole."

"Damn…"

Without another word the waiter left leaving the group in an awkward silence again. Soon a different waiter returned with their drinks. Apparently, the last decided to take his break early.

"This place get's great ventilation," Kyrie pointed out breaking the silence.

"Yeah, it has something to do with the low altitude," Quinn added, tossing them back in silence.

"So, where's that food?" Nero asked sarcastically, already on the last sip of his drink.

"Be patient boy," Trish demanded, giving a smile at Quinn.

"Maybe they're having a problem in the back," Quinn suggested, "You know the kitchen is in the back of the hole." Kyrie gave slight laugh while Trish tried but couldn't.

"I know one hole you won't be getting to the back of." "You know 'doctor'," Nero emphasized, "You know a lot about us but we don't know anything about you."

"Oh Nero, tonight I'm just Quinn," he took off his glasses, "Tell me what you want to know and I'll try to answer in the best way that doesn't hurt our professional relationship."

"What's your name?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Your first name, what is it?" Nero entered a detective like position.

"Quinn, you don't have to," Trish stopped him from answering by reaching out to his hands.

"Oh it's quite okay darling," her embraced her grip. "My first name is…Quinn," he laughed. Not even Trish expected that as an answer.

"Wow, that's just…annoying." "Well, now that we've covered the basics, are you a demon?"

"Nero," Trish kicked him under the table causing him to flinch.

"Demon…?" Quinn restated.

"Yeah," Nero added rubbing his shin.

"Food," Kyrie smiled wanting to be a part of the conversation as a waiter stepped into the hole, another still at top carrying trays. Frank reappeared walking next to the waiter holding the trays then, looking down at Nero, gave a big smile and two thumbs up before walking off.

"Hell…

 This is just like the best chapter ever, in my opinion. I had no sense of direction before writing this but one word lead to another and there you go.

Originally this chapter was going to end the intermissions but one more can't hurt. I mean, how much trouble could two rampaging, super demons cause anyways?

But regardless, Dante and Vergil will return in the chapter after the next. Speaking of… that chapter's already up so enjoy.