"The dog never even got close enough to lick the bottom of my boots. I admit I let it catch up a few times to tease it, though." What else was a person like him supposed to do for fun? As if he was supposed to get his inspiration from Dante, he gave the bottle a once over. No. That wasn’t fun. “Why you drink is beyond me,” he sighed, unclasping his vest.
"Aww." Vergil just sort of turned his snobby nose up at his cheap liquor and he shrugged. More for him. "You shoulda brought it back. The enemy of my enemy is my friend." He elbowed Vergil. "I’m just fuckin’ with you." Though he did arch a brow and glance back down to his bottle when Vergil seemed mystified over why Dante drank. Think we’re gonna go ‘Alcoholic’ for 500, Alex. "—’Ey, just ‘cause I’m carryin’ your baby don’t mean I can’t still party every now and then. So what if it has flippers? We’ll name it Lil’ Flip.”
Amused, he rolled his eyes and tossed his vest over the idiot’s head. “Mama’s baby, daddy’s maybe.” It just so happened that Vergil was a fan of Maury. It was the only thing the electronics store played on their displays and it roped Vergil in every morning.
After stepping out of his pants, he went searching through his clothes for a t-shirt to wear to bed. Tonight, he wanted to be comfortably dressed so he could lay in bed and read a book, which wouldn’t leave his arms freezing if he wore something with sleeves.