I hardly know where to begin, except to thank each and every person who has continued to send me reviews and messages despite my long time absence. Seriously, the amount of messages I've gotten asking me when I will update has been surprising and wholey uplifting.

To make a long story short, I have been actively losing weight for the last year which has required a lot of dedication and activity on my part. That, mixed with new hours in my job has made coming home and relaxing nearly impossible, let alone be up long enough to find the time to write. But I miss it so much I have decided I need to better schedule my life to give myself time to write. If anything, it's a healthy passtime that eases me like nothing else I've ever done and it makes me happy to share with you guys. I've really, truly missed this.

Also, thank you for those who showed concern for my mother when she was ill. She is doing better, although has the same issues. At least now she's been diagnosed properly so we can take the steps to making her better. :)

So I'm posting you a few things just to get something out there and show I have no intentions of going anywhere. I'm also going to set time away this weekend to steal some time to write and re-read over KM, BIO and Devotion to see if I can't spark creativity.

On to the story. The concept is very simple. Place my two favorite titles (DMC, RE) together in a single story. Of course beer had to be involved and talk of yaoi...lol Please note I do not have a beta at this time, or at least someone active (my beta is now married and we only talk from time to time) so if this is a bit raw, that is why.

Thanks again guys and I hope you enjoy these little bits even if they are just works in progress. :) I'm hoping to bring you something in full soon.

Working Title

"Bartender! Another round over here." Dante called as he sat back lazily in his chair and eyed the cute waitress who he hoped would bring the drinks.

"Not for me, I've had enough." Leon said evenly with a nod towards the bar.

"Lightweight." Dante said under his breath while holding his beer to his mouth. The table broke out into laughter all except Vergil and Wesker who merely glanced around. "What the heck are you guys doing here anyway?"

Dante of course was referring to the fact that Leon Kennedy, Chris Redfield and Albert Wesker had walked in the door less than 15 minutes after Vergil, Nero and he had arrived.

"Relaxing. Which we could do a lot more efficiantly if you hadn't come and joined our table." Wesker said coldly as he eyed the drunken devil hunter.

"He would not have joined you if you had not come walking in to our bar." Vergil suddenly spoke in much the same tone.

Everyone else held their breath as the two confrontational personalities seemed to clash. Wesker turned to look at Vergil who merely stirred his drink uninterestedly.

"Is that any good?" Wesker asked glancing down at his drink.

"It's passable at best, but nowhere suitable enough for my pallat. I'm much rather be drinking-"

"Tea," both Wesker and Vergil said simultaneously.

"Is this a good sign?" Nero whispered over to Chris. Wesker suddenly smiled.

"No... definitely not." Chris replied at this grotesque sight.

"You know..." Dante began conversationally. "It's a little eery don't you think?"

"What?" Leon asked.

"Vergil and Wesker. It's almost like... they could be twins instead of him and me, ya know?"

"You know what's even creepier?" Chris added. "It's almost like we're mirrors of one another."

"I'm not following." Dante said with a confused look on his face.

"Think about it. Wesker and Vergil, Nero and I."

"No way. That would imply that I'm like Leon." Dante snorted.

"Well, yeah. That would be the idea." Chris said innocently. Dante spit out his beer and Leon rolled his eyes.

"I am nothing like this idiot. I have years of training and intelligence. There is no comparing us." Leon said simply.

"Training? Intelligence? HA! I was born to kick ass being half devil. You started off as a rookie cop running from zombies. How hard is it to run past something that can only stumble? Not to mention you can hear them before they're there! That requires brains?" Dante teased obviously insulted.

"Well, I don't see how you can compare me with Chris." Nero butted in when Leon looked like he might break a bottle over Dante's head.

"Maybe because you're both the safe alternative and your forearms are larger than your head? Well, at least your devil arm there kid." Dante said with a chuckle as he ruffled Nero's hair which Nero quickly smacked away.

"What's wrong with my forearms?" Chris suddenly asked sounding angry.

"Nothing... If you need a heavy duty forklift." Wesker suddenly cracked causing almost everyone, but Vergil and Chris, to bust out into laughter.

"Shut up! There are plenty of people who think my muscles are attractive."

"Ahh yes." Dante began with a dreamy sigh. "The fan girls," he lifted his glass. "To the girls who keep me in business and you three knee deep in zombie splatter."

"Is that meant to be a toast?" Vergil asked as the others began to lift their glasses. "I would not waste it on those perverted females."

"Hey, don't be talking smack 'bout our fannies." Dante snapped before everyone stared at him for saying smack and fannies in the same sentence. "Our fans keep us going. You're just still pissed off about the yaoi stuff."

"Stuff?" Vergil seethed. "Your - was in my -! How am I not supposed to be pissed about that? How can you not be?"

"Because I always top Nero." Dante replied casually with a grin on his face.

"Do not!" Nero snapped. "I've topped sometimes to."

"Oh stop it already." Wesker broke in slamming his gloved hand onto the table to get their attentions. He pulled off his sunglasses before pulling out a cloth to begin cleaning them and giving everyone full view of his evil, snake-like eyes. "Really, I don't see what the issue is."

"You wouldn't understand what it's like to be molested for a fan girls pleasure." Vergil said bitterly as he glared at his glass.

"Of course I do. I've been molested and the molestor many times. Men or women. It doesn't matter as long as I get what I want in the end. Right Chris?" Wesker responded putting and arm around Chris who suddenly looked uncomfortable. "Right Leon?"

"Leave me out of this." Leon said looking everywhere but Wesker.

"I've dipped my wick in every canon character and I've looked damn good doing it. What have I to complain about?" Wesker continued with a sadistic look in his eye that even managed to scare Dante.

"Dude, how can you hang out with him?" Dante asked Leon.

"We thought his sadistic personality would make us look better in comparison when around women. But somehow even with that he still takes more home. " Leon replied just as the waitress came over with more drinks and bypassed them all to put Wesker's drink down first. "He doesn't drink a lot though, so he makes the best designated driver."

"If he doesn't try to have sex with you once he drives you home." Chris added under his breath bitterly.

"Okay, can we please get off this topic. It obviously makes everyone but Dante and Captain Sadisto uncomfortable." Nero interrupted having put his hands over his ears to be left out of this conversation.

"All right, then how about last names?" Dante offered before taking his beer in hand and grinning at the waitress.

"What about them?" Leon asked.

"Well, how come you guys have them and we don't?"

"Hey... yeah! What's up with that?" Nero asked.

"Face it. You're just gothic, fairtytale fodder only as good as your first names. While we, are all highly trained average Joe's fighting for the good of the world." Leon began smugly before Wesker eyed him. "Okay, all but Wesker, but he use to be one of us before he went insane."

"Thank you." Wesker said.

"You're welcome." Leon replied.

"You would think that Kennedy, but did it ever occur to you that we're just too cool for last names? Why overdo it when our first names alone can barely contain our greatness? Besides, we all have historic and powerful names. Leon? Chris? Pffttt... Albert!" Dante said before bursting into hysterics while Nero tried to contain his own. "Eheh... no offense though Wesker dude."

"None taken, but I will be driving you home later for that one." Wesker said evenly as he peered at Dante over his sunglasses. Dante's face went white.

"Our names are normal names. Like Vergil is any better than Alber-" Chris began only trying to defend his friends but realizing quickly he'd made a mistake.

"What did you say human?" Vergil seethed as he stood, blue points of light forming a circle around him and pointed at Chris.

"Now now Vergy, sit your ass down. What did I say before we came?" Dante asked as he pulled on his brothers coat. Vergil's eyes narrowed. "What did I say Vergil?"

"Killing humans is strictly forbidden under pain of karaoke and pictures to prove it happened." Vergil mumbled glaring away from the table.

"Damn straight, so sit."

Reluctantly Vergil lowered himself down, glaring at Chris with his blue arrows hovering behind him.

"Dude, c'mon. 'Nough with the lightshow." Dante urged when his twin wouldn't ease up.

"Fine." Vergil said before the blue swords vanished. Dante pushed his drink back towards him and Vergil decided it would entertain him more than those around him and picked it up to begin drinking.

"We may not have last names, but we have powers." Nero said trying to ease the tension, but not realizing that this might only create more animosity among their guests.

"Powers?" Wesker asked as his eyes lifted to Nero's with an odd glint.

"Well-Yeah. Devil Trigger, my arm. You know," the boy replied turning to look anywhere else but the tyrant's all too interested stare.

"All three of you have this, power... This devil trigger?" Wesker continued. Nero went to answer when he felt Chris kick him in the shin, shaking his head for him not to answer that. Too bad Dante, all ego puffed, answered for him.

"Damn straight. There ain't nothing like us out there. We could take down anything you could throw at us without breaking a sweat! People would kill to have just an ounce of our power! And let's face it, pretty on the eyes as well..." Dante said smugly as he sat back in his seat.

Wesker's mouth curled into a cruel smile as he stood up, towering above them all.

"Fascinating. You know Dante, I'm sure I could use your... talents. Little know this, but I actually strive to help humanity in numerous ways. Perhaps you, Nero and your brother could help me?" Wesker asked as he leaned forward, placing both hands on the table.

Dante noticed everyone at the table, Chris and Leon in particular, covertly shaking their heads so Wesker would not see.

"Does it pay well?" Dante asked, obviously missing the underlining issue that he was talking to a sociopathic psychotic with a God complex who had no problem using anyone he found fascinating as his next lab project.

PS: And so you know my absence wasn't for nothing, thanks to your patience, I've been able to lose 85 lbs (and counting) since July of 2010. :) Onward!