A/N: This is mah "bar" prompt. Dante and Trish at the bar. How much cooler can I be? Pre-DMC4.

"Say, lady, you look like someone I know." Dante's voice rasped by the woman's ear.

"Really." she mused, taking a puff of her cigarette. "Some one you know."

"Dahaha-amn right!" Dante cried out, rocking back on his stool while picking up his mug. "Sorta like my ma..." he gazed at her intently.

"Your mother. How convenient for you then, for me to meet you at the bar."

"I'm a big boy now, mama."

"You're disgusting."

"Get outta here, Trish, I'm just messin' with ya." Dante chuckled. He took a swig of his beer and made a satisfied smack with his lips. "Not too much you can do about that, ya see."

"Sure thing." Trish took a long drag and blew in Dante's face. The son of Sparda waved away the smoke irritably.

"Come on now," he said. "not right in frunna me."

"Oh well." Trish shrugged boredly and gave a smirk at Dante, who snickered.

"Nice of you to find us a place close to what's his balls." he said with a swallow. Trish gave him a weary look.

"His name is Nero." she explained, pulling out a new smoke from her bag. "The one you said was a descendant of Sparda?" she flicked on the lighter.

"Oh!" Dante laughed. "Raha-ight... Nero. Kinduva neat name...don'cha think?"

"Absolutely amazing, Dante."

"Yup!" the demon hunter stood and walked over to the pool table. "Like that Roman emperor guy, right? Nero!" he picked up a stick and lined up his fingers. "Think about it. All hail emperor Nero!" he gave a quick movement forward and snapped the numbered cues into a couple holding areas. "Hm. Not too bad."

"Whatever you say." Trish sighed, her cigarette burning slowly in her fingers. "Just don't get too cocky about him." she puffed lazily as Dante put his hands on his hips.

"What ever do you mean?"
"Dante." Trish rolled her eyes.

"Whaaat?" Dante grinned. "When the hell am I ever cocky?" he snorted. "It's a fact everyone else is below me." he took another shot,this time missing all the holes. He growled.

"That same attitude almost lost your life to your brother."

"Psssshaaaww...."Dante chuckled. "Whaaatever. I'll never die." he raised his hands. Trish gave a small laugh. "What? Don't believe me? The proof is right here." he punched his chest proudly. "Right damn here."

"Yep. Right the hell there, huh? For how long?" Dante frowned,placing the pool stick back in it's holder.

"Yeah,yeah, you got me. So what?" he said, rubbing his stubbled chin.

"You'll never change will you?"

"Heh. Only with the devil trigger." he flexed and gave a short cry. "rar!" Trish laughed and took another drag.

"You always looked...more appealing that way." she said slyly. Dante snorted.

"What, with scaly skin and horns? Yeah,right."

"So what? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Trish said matter-of-factly. Dante raised an eyebrow.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means you're ugly as you are now."

"You're scarin' me,Trish."

"Then go on being scared," Trish waved her hand. "I'm having a drink." Dante slid up to the stool next to her.

"What's this?" he marveled. "Our little lady gettin' down and dirty with the devil?"

"Fuck off,Dante." she pressed the burning end of her smoke on Dante's face, making him recoil excitedly.

"Hey now!" he said. "Don't be like that!" he brushed off some loose embers that attacked his skin with a fiery intensity. Trish took a sip of her now-present white wine. Dante sighed knowingly. "Just like ya, Trish, to be having some sort of woman's drink in a man's bar." Trish remained cool.

"Beer's not exactly hard liquor either, honey." she gave him a snobby smile.

"Kah." Dante grunted. "You and your damn comebacks. When will it ever end?"

"Tell me about it."