Chapter 2 is by Sol Angel
Disclaimer: Luna and I dont own Capcom, Devil May Cry, Dante or Vergil. Though I wish I owned Dante if you catch my drift
AN from Sol Angel: Short chapter this time. Sorry. Its cute though and has lots more Dante in it. I hope you like it and Luna will bring you chapter 3 next week all!
Chapter 2
Dante let out a disgruntled grunt before throwing back the last remnants of his beer. He tossed the bottle carelessly onto the ever-growing pile beside him and cracked open another, taking a long pull. After the battle with the massive horde of demons nearly a week earlier, there had been virtually no demon activity, seemingly anywhere. And they had seen neither hide nor hair of the two angels they had rescued either.
Dante quickly finished his third beer of the evening, but instead of opening another, he pushed himself to his feet, moving toward the door.
"Where are you going?" Vergil asked, not looking up from his book.
"Out," Dante responded shortly, pausing only momentarily on his way to the door.
Vergil let out a long-suffering sigh and closed his book. "Don't tell me you're going to another disgusting strip club to get drunk and gape at half-naked women." It wasn't a question, and Dante clearly didn't have to respond, if the knowing tone in his brother's disapproving voice was any indication.
"If you already knew, why did you ask?" Dante quipped, turning and looking at Vergil with a smirk.
Vergil gave a slightly disgruntled sigh at his brother's behavior and shook his head sadly. "You are a hopeless pervert," he mumbled, but made no move to stop him.
Dante nodded shortly and spun. "I'll be back later," he called over his shoulder as he left.
Vergil shook his head again, and picked up his book, resuming his reading in silence.
Dante opened the doors to the club 'Midnight Fantasy' and walked in casually, relaxing almost instantly as the atmosphere washed over him, soothing away his frustration. The glow of the low, red lighting tinted his vision, confusing him momentarily before he managed to regain his equilibrium.
He paused at the bar on his left to order a beer before striding through the room, weaving his way to the bottom of the three tiers of tables and sitting down near the long, black stage. Two of the three silver poles that stretched from stage to ceiling were occupied with scantily clad dancers, gyrating and folding their limbs impossibly in their dances.
He leaned back, propping his feet up on one of the extra chairs at his table and observed them as they twisted their bodies, moving to the pounding music. He barely registered the waitress as she set a beer in front of him, sweeping his eyes perfunctorily up her long, bare legs, over her enticingly short skirt, before returning his attention to the performers.
For thirty minutes Dante watched the poorly-dressed dancers, his mind drifting in and out of perverted thoughts. His attention was drawn back to reality when the music changed and the DJ's voice came on, "Now a crowd favorite here at Midnight Fantasy! Sapphire!" he introduced the new dancer. The music turned back up after he finished speaking and a moderately tall woman walked out from behind the curtain to the beat of the music.
Dante's attention was suddenly drawn to 'Sapphire' and her beautiful body. He stared at the thin and toned curves of her milky white skin. He once again drifted back to his tainted thoughts as he studied her body.
His act of examining the girl went on for a good solid four minutes when his eyes drifted up to her face. For a moment he didn't even think of it but then he got a flash of familiarity when his mind came out of his trance of perverted thoughts.
He recognized the young stripper as one of the fleeing angels from the battle days earlier. This was certainly the last place he had thought to find them. For the first time, Dante stood and left the club before the dance was done.
Once outside he looked around for any signs of people walking the street. When he found none he walked around to the alley on the side of the building and looked up. No way in up there, he thought to himself. He continued around to the back and saw a rusty green door.
Dante walked up to it and attempted to open it but couldn't. It had been locked. He looked around again for any signs of people wandering the back alley behind the strip club. Satisfied no one was around he gave a strong, non-violent push to the door, breaking the lock. He twisted the handle easily and walked in.
Liara walked to her vanity mirror in the back and sat down exhausted. She looked at all the money she gathered from all her sets and sighed. She had a strong feeling that Adara would win again.
The black-haired girl immediately began changing into her street clothes. She slipped on her loose grey sweat pants and pulled on her white wife-beater tank top then sat back down and counted her money she had made that night.
Liara sighed heavily "Only $350. God this was a bad night…" she mumbled as she put her cash in her bag. The only explanation for the night's bad money was the noticeable lack of demon attacks in the neighborhood. For some reason, whenever there were more demons prowling the streets, business was better. People looking for a way to blow off frustration, she supposed. There were good things about no demon activity, but the lack of customers was not one of them.
She picked her bag up and slung it over her shoulder and started around the corner to let her sister know she was going on break. The appearance of a male figure leaning against the wall stopped her in her tracks.
"Hey! You can't be back here!" she warned.
Dante looked at the girl and smirked. "You could at least thank your rescuer. If it wasn't for me those demons would have murdered you. For what I did, I think I deserve a little something in return, don't you?" he said, raising an eyebrow at her suggestively.
Liara stared in shock at the audacity of this man, her jaw hanging slack, mouth slightly open.
She was drawn out of her stupor by Adara's voice, and she turned to face her sister, who was walking out of the changing room in her costume for the evening, her attention fully consumed by the purse she was digging around in. "Hey, Lia, have you seen my-" she broke off when she looked up and saw Dante. She let out a soft, surprised squeak, jumping slightly, then tried to pull down the hem of her mid-thigh length, pleated, red plaid schoolgirl skirt with one hand while pulling the neckline of her white, oxford blouse together with the other. "Wh-who's that?" she asked, her eyes wide as she stared at Liara.
"I don't know," Liara responded, returning her attention to the platinum-blonde man blatantly staring at Adara's chest.
Adara bristled when she noticed the direction of Dante's gaze, her features pinching into an angry frown. She crossed her arms across her chest, tapping one of her high-heeled, patent-leather Mary Jane's in irritation as she glared at him. "Excuse me," she stated in clipped tones. "My eyes are about twelve inches north. I would appreciate it if you could keep your own there."
Dante snorted, raising his skeptical gaze to meet her angry one. "It's not like you have anything to be ashamed about. Though if you want, I'd love to see more of you." The comment was accompanied by a rakish wink in her direction.
Adara gasped and recoiled in disgust, before taking rapid, angry steps toward Dante, her hand rising to slap him.
The blow, however, came from an unexpected angle, as Liara's hand struck him cleanly across the cheek, snapping his head to the side. She stepped closer to him, getting her face mere inches from his as she hissed her warning. "If you ever say something like that about my sister again, make no mistake, I will kill you. And I will enjoy making you feel every second of it." Her voice lowered in pitch as she growled, "Do I make myself clear?"
Dante wasn't given a chance to respond, as two of the large, well-muscled bodyguard/bouncers of the club surrounded him on both sides.
"Is everything all right here ladies?" the taller of the two asked, glancing at Liara and Adara concernedly.
Adara drew herself up regally, tilting her chin arrogantly. "This gentleman was just leaving," she drawled, fixing a dangerous gaze on Dante. "Weren't you, sir?"
The bouncers nodded in acknowledgement, each taking one of Dante's elbows. "If you'll just come with us, sir," they stated, pulling him along between them, heading for the door.
Sol Angel's Post-chapter Note: Don't get frustrated at the slow pace of this fic please. We kinda planned it this way so everyone has a chance to get to know the original chars. Trust me, lots of action and excitement to come!