I sighed, not that I could help it. I flicked the little aluminum pull tap and growled, frustrated about what Bat had done.

She had ordered me a Root Beer.

Sure I love root beer, but real beer is better. But more importantly I was at the bar! I was supposed to drink here.

"Cheer up Draye, it's only because you have high blood pressure."

"Vampires are supposed to have high blood pressure."

"Hey, I could have gotten you fruit juice."

I growled and peered at the can. The ingredients looked interesting…

Sugar, blah, artificial flavorings, blah, high fructose corn syrup, blah, caramel coloring, blah, no caffeine…

NO CAFFEINE!!!!

"SILVER BAT!!!!"

"What?"

"This has no caffeine!"

"So?"

"First you take away my alcohol, now my caffeine? I hope the lite-brite gods frown upon you!"

"Lite-brite gods? Draye, did you run away from the men in white coats again?"

"Again? I thought it was my first offense."

Bat sighed and slowly took in some precious beer from her glass. I was only a millimeter of pride away from the puppy eyes when my favorite gun-slinger walked through the door.

The black cat, Train was walking in all smug, but I'm not talking about him, oh no.

Dante had just walked in, disoriented and looking lost. Probably thought this was the Bull's Eye, not…

….did this bar have a name?

Any way I sat there, watching them.

Train ordered milk; Dante ordered tomato juice.

Train was humming his own tune; Dante was silently singing hard rock.

Similar, yet different.

They both had weird eyes; Train with yellow cat like and Dante with the color shifting ones.

They had 'lady's friends' for partners; Train had the suit wearing, eye patch, gentlemanly Sven and Dante had the fat, greedy, drunken Enzo.

They had guns; Train had Hades and Dante had Ebony AND Ivory.

They had strange personalities; Train is crazy, yet kind and Dante is sarcastic and crazy.

When you add up the facts it is quiet hard to pick the better.

I poked Bat, hoping she could shed some light, of coarse I poked her hard with hilt of my sword. I know, no weapons allowed, but Dante and Train had theirs.

"Hey Bat, who is better, Dante or Train."

"I think Train."

"I vote Dante."

"You only say that because he's a demon hybrid like you."

"No, because he rules harder."

"Dude, the guy killed his jute-box!"

"And your point?"

"You dig the crazies."

"Look who's talking, Yuri isn't sane."

"Yuri and I aren't dating, hell we're hardly speaking."

"Oooooh, defensive."

"Shut up."

"I win."

"Well look at Sissy Mary and Trey (tray)"

"They are only there cuz I can't pay the rent by my lonesome."

"They don't exist."

"Neither does Yuri."

"Touché."

"So, I go annoy Dante now."

"Your funeral."

I smirked and left Bat to stare from the table. Walking over I saw Dante glance at me.

"Hey Demon slayer."

I leaned next to him, letting my elbow rest on the counter and the hilt of my sword poke him in the thigh.

"Cute kid, but I hate nick names."

"I'm not a kid, I'm 317."

"So? Wait, what the pizza oven?"

"I'm a demon vampire mix breed. Immortal and sexy, we have a lot in common."

"Yah, except the you being sexy part."

I heard Bat spit out her drink and roar with laughter.

"Hey now! Don't make you cut you up to little pieces."

Dante turned and looked at me quizzically. He stared to poke me, first my stomach, and then my boobs. I'll tell you that slap make will be red for weeks. Bat enjoyed a minute of rolling on the floor after she fell out of her chair.

"What the hell was that for you perv!"

"I thought you were Virgil in disguise, you know, the cutting people up thing."

"So? I don't have gravity defying hair, now do I?"

I growled, but stopped when I felt a gun being put to the back of my head.

"You spilled my milk."

"Dude, no use crying over cow juice." Dante sighed.

"Yah, but I only had enough money for one, and she spilled it."

Master plan, under way.

"Dante, I wouldn't piss him off, he's the world's best gunman."

Train smirked, Dante grunted.

"This kid? No way in hell. He'd be lucky to shoot his own foot."

"What did you say?"

"I said you don't know the trigger from the bullet"

"Listen bastard!"

I slowly inched away and sat back down with Bat to watch the two. Their shouts were herd all over the bar until…

Train pulled out Hades and fired two shots at Dante's head. Dante dodged and shot Ivory and ebony one after the other a few times.

This repeated a few times until….

Holes were every where and the two were out of bullets. Barbra had come out from the back, pissed as hell and handed the two the tools to fix the little holes. Train and Dante growled once more and stalked out for the task at hand.

"So Draye, done with your root beer?"

"Only when you put the caffeine in it."