So where's the keg at this party?

[dmc89]

Dante rolled his eyes at her comment, suddenly not so keen on the idea of bringing her here to his place of commerce. Fuck it, whats the worst she could do? ...He shook his head definitely not wanting to find out the answer to that question. Instead he took one of the glasses as Tobby placed them down on the bar.

"So, Dante. I see you've decided to try and have a good time with Demons of the female verity?" The familiar voice of a man named Shepard made Dante place his face in his hand. "Shepard, now's not the time." "I disagree, now's the perfect time for a job." As he spoke he pulled an envelop from his jacket and handed it to Dante. Dante only sighed as he took it, if there was one thing he could stand less than being stabbed in the chest or shot in the head, it was middle men pushing jobs onto him.

Dante opened it and looked at some of the files while gulping down the Flogging Molly, "It pays about five grand upfront and fifty grand after the job is done." Shepard explain, Dante looked over the the papers while listening to the middleman halfheartedly.

The bar in front of him was now covered in photos and maps and other miscellaneous items of information.

[Ira]

Eavesdropping was an easy enough for Ira to do, she had done it long enough. It probably helped that she had better hearing than normal people. She snaked a hand across, taking one of the drinks from Dante and downed it as well. She placed the glass down on the bar again and ran her fingers around it.

Ira could only smile though at the first comment from the man apparently named Shepard and even snicker somewhat again.

"You have no idea the good time a 'demon' can offer," she said with a smile in place still as she let her eyes slide over to look at the photos and other documents he had apparently been given.

"You're looking like a bounty hunter over there. How cute."

[dmc89]

Shepard couldn't help but laugh and Dante couldn't help but hold his head down and shake it. Shepard looked over towards Ira, "Bounty hunter? Ha, I wouldn't have work for him if he was. Dante here is just a Devil Hunter." He said as he patted Dante on the back, he ignored it as something caught his eye in one of the pictures. It was from an aerial view, a woman, holding a mammoth demon sword with red hair and grabbed in red. He turned towards Ira, then back at Shepard, "Gotta be kidding me." He said tossing down the picture and then returning to his drink, finishing off the flogging molly and beginning the Russian Roulette.

He almost winced as the alcohol burned going down his throat, no matter how many times he drank that damn drink he could never get used to the burn. He pushed Ira's Russian Roulette in front of her, the amber brown liquid swishing around gently inside the mug. "Knock yourself out, just don't get carried away, that shit could light a fire for years."

Shepard turned to Dante, "Any questions?" Dante nodded, "Yeah, what the hell does Isafaro's General Vulture have in his head sending in hunters to take out The Red Devil?"

[Ira]

"You know, that sounds like a good nickname, should've adopted that one. Instead the called me the Red Queen," Ira muttered quietly as she accepted the her drink from Dante, enjoying teasing him slightly around these people.

"Ah, thank you, darling. So good to me," she said before starting on her drink. That burn felt so good. Similar to the Black Void, but lacking something. Her smile stayed in place as she made another comment.

"Hunter? I miss hunting people down. Tch. So much fun, chasing them through the walkways of Coruscant, them thinking they've gotten away when they really haven't." She sighed quietly. "Miss going hunting."

[dmc89]

Once again Dante sighed, but you know, instead of letting her comments get to him why not play along. "Not a problem babe, I do my best." He went back to the pictures as soon as Shepard began talking, "Those pictures weren't taken by Isafaro, It's from a privateer who wants to end the war." Dante grunted, "I'm a devil hunter, not a peace keeper..." "Which is exactly why you were chosen for this job given your creditably and your knowledge of this woman."

Shepard was pushing the job on him a little too hard, something was up and Dante had a feeling he knew exactly what it was. "Let me guess... You already accepted for me didn't you." Shepard clinched up a bit, and Dante only sighed harder, "God damn it..." He looked over at Ira, "Well, I got some good news for you then, My shop's been running kinda low in man power lately and I need some help." He paused for a moment slamming down the rest of his drink. "Cause as of now you're on the clock."

[Ira]

Ira gave a wide smile towards Dante. How amusing. One who was willing to keep up with her as far as toying with people, willing to play along. How nice. She hadn't had that in how long?

She turned her attention to her drink once again and only raised a brow at Dante's words. A devious smirk crossed her lips, an obvious excitement touching her own Force aura.

"Where's the target?"

[dmc89]

"Jherrazad," He tossed her a picture of the red Devil Ranko and another of a huge man clad in black demonic armor, "The red head's name is Ranko, she was once a demonically possessed human who over the many years learned to gain control over the demon and some how bonded with the demon's soul. Emotionless and cunning." Dante said, he knew because of the random encounters he had from the various other versions of her.

"The big dude in the armor, is apparently a demon or something by the name of Kaso, Last I remembered though, that was the name of the demon soul within her sword." He paused and took a shot that was suddenly handed to him, "Well, you can explain to her in the car, here you are." Shepard handed Dante an envelop with the 5 grand that was promised to him at the start of the Job.

Dante got up, motioning for Ira to follow him as he pulled his coat on and placed Force Edge back into it's sheath. He walked outside with Shepard, "You got your basic mission quoe, this time about five hundred miles there's going to be a check point set up by your employer, a munitions and weapons dealer for you and your... partner it'll all be free. Whatever you need."

Dante just shrugged, opening the driver side door to the nice sedan that was parked in front of the bar, waiting for Ira to get in. "And Dante, please be careful, it's a pretty pricey car." Dante closed the door after ushering one word. "Whatever."

[Ira]

"Sounds like my kind of person really, such a shame I couldn't meet her before you," Ira commented as she studied the picture. "Sounds like it'll be fun, so I guess I'll tag along," she said as she caught sight of the envelop being passed to Dante. Hm.

Ira left her drink behind and followed after Dante and exited the bar. She paused and looked at the car. Wheels? She stared at it for a moment, somewhat confused but finally shrugged her shoulders somewhat. Whatever. She silently climbed in the car, waiting for Dante to get in the car.

"So...I'm thinking some unfortunate fate should befall this car."