Girl Talk.

The trio of women meandered through the assorted multi-colored tents. The fair was crowded and fun, the perfect chance to let loose a bit. Lady had insisted on stopping to buy a large bag of cotton candy, which Trish and the girl had been helping themselves to ever since. After seeing the sights, riding the rides, and perhaps eating a bit too much junk food, the three of them were winding down.

The two huntresses had been called via Vergil earlier that afternoon. He and Dante had plans to go out that evening, and had asked if they would mind keeping an eye on his charge. They had been amenable to it, but had refused to be cooped up at his house any longer. After some bargaining, -and several threats from both parties- Vergil had agreed to allow the girl to join the two of them for an outing on the town as long as both Lady and Trish were around her at all times.

Lady especially had been amused, and had even gone so far as to poke some fun at the dark twin for being overprotective. Trish had merely arched a brow and made a mental note to interrogate the human for any and all details about her stay at Vergil's.

"So?" Trish asked, delicately tearing a piece of cotton candy out of Lady's bag. "Come on. Dish."

"Hey! Knock it off! Get your own!" The dark-haired woman snapped, clutching the bag to her chest. "And, yeah. Give it up, angel-eyes. Tell us everything."

The girl stared at the both of them, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play coy with me, sweet-pea." Trish said, sniffing arrogantly. "All Dante has been talking about for the last week or so is how Vergil has apparently gone ga-ga over you." She paused and wrinkled her nose a bit, "Well, that and how he should be excused from cleaning up after himself since he is Dragon Born. Honestly, why did you have to get him that game?"

"Yeah, whore." Lady agreed, stuffing some candy into her own mouth. "What'd ya do? Suck his Devil dick or somethi-"

"No!" She cried, going red. "And Dante is a liar. Vergil barely tolerates me."

"Is that so?" Trish asked, swinging her hips a bit as the three of them weaved in and out of the various booths. The smirk on her face clearly showed that she knew it was indeed not so.

"Oh, reeeeeally?" Lady added, narrowing her eyes. "Because what I heard, is a certain cold-blooded, arrogant, son-of-a-bitchin' half-devil got pretty handsy with you the other evening."

"Mmmmhhmmm," Trish agreed, snatching another wad of cotton candy.

"Cut it out, you moose!" Lady snarled, before turning to the girl again. "So? What happened? I have to admit that I am dying of curiosity."

"Me too, " Trish agreed. "Go on. What's ol' tall, dark and brooding like when he's all hot and bothered? I ...I can't really imagine it. Like, at all."

The girl's cheeks had gone bright red. "Dante has a huge mouth." She muttered. "See if I get him any more games anytime soon."

"Hurry and tell us!" Lady demanded. "Gossip like this is like finding a unicorn."

"Well," She began. "Do you all know what happened to make him act like that in the first place?"

"Yes, yes." Trish sniffed, waving a hand. "You got sprayed with horny-sauce and Vergil was all about it. So! Is he a good kisser?"

She blushed again and nodded, "Excellent."

Lady appeared amazed, "I agree with Trish. I just can't picture it, no matter how hard I try."

"I know. It was hard to believe even as it was happening," she went on, yanking on a lock of hair. "He felt me up, too. He wanted more than I was willing to give though, and I had to threaten that I wouldn't play chess with him anymore if he didn't stop."

Trish and Lady stared, identical expressions of astonishment on their faces.

After a moment, Lady spoke first. "Wow. Who'd've thunk it? I didn't even realize that Vergil knew what to do with a woman."

"It was just because of that stuff I got soaked with. He apologized profusely the next morning and gave me his word that he wouldn't lay another hand on me. He even kept his distance a for a couple of days afterwards. Said that he could still smell lingering traces of it on me." A small smile crept over her face. "I actually considered letting him have at it, but I figured he would have been angry with me for egging him on when he was obviously not himself."

"Oh pffft," Trish scoffed, tossing her hair back. "Demonic pheromones only work if said demon is already attracted to whomever the scent is coming from." At the girl's confused look, Trish went on to explain. "It's a bit like perfume or cologne. Sure, it smells nice but it's really only an enhancement. Would you want to bed a perfumed stranger if you're not already attracted to him? I don't think so."

The girl opened her mouth to answer but was interrupted by a shrill, beeping. The three glanced down towards the source. Trish dug around in her bag until she found her cell phone. Glancing at it, she smirked. "Speaking of the devil," she flipped it open and pressed a button. "Hello, Dante. What do you want?"

She and Lady listened, with interest, to Trish's half of the conversation.

"Mhm. … We're at the fair. … She's fine, tell him not to worry. … Who is that is the background? … Good Lord, how much has he had to drink? … What did- No, no more Skyrim tonight! I don't care! You've been doing nothing else for the past two days! What? Dante? What's all that noise- … Oh, for the love of- … Huh? … Oh, hello, Vergil. Why did you take the phone? … Yes, Vergil, she right here. … Yes. I'm looking right at her as we speak! My goodness, if you could hear yourself right now- … What? ... Oh, hello again, Dante. … It's fine, but you might want to cut him off for the evening. Lover boy there is gone. … Yes, alright. Later then. … Alright, bye."

Rolling her eyes, she snapped the phone shut and threw it back into her purse. Lady and the girl watched with expectantly.

"Well?!" Lady gave Trish a shove.

"Well, what? Dante was just checking up on us." The blonde woman replied. "Apparently, he's gotten poor Vergil quite drunk."

"That isn't fair. He told me I wasn't allowed to drink while under his watch. That he wouldn't tolerate it. Oh, but he can." The girl huffed, crossing her arms.

Lady grinned, "Technically, you're under our watch tonight. Wanna go get tipsy? C'mon, we can go back to my place, that way he can't ding ya for being in his house, either."

Trish grinned but the girl hesitated.

"Oh, stop it." Lady snapped. "Look, I'll take the blame if he gets pissed, ok? He probably won't ever find out anyhow."

"... I guess," She finally muttered. "But first, I want to try and win a fish at that game booth over there." She pointed to a vendor who had a number of pretty Bettas in bowls, on a counter before him."

"You know those things are rigged, right? No one wins." Trish said.

"I bet you two shots I can win one," she countered.

A pause. Then, "You're on, human."

The three of them headed towards the game booth, the drinking wagers growing with each step.