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Demon Marcus, All Day Thursday

The store was successfully cleaned-out and boarded-up so that renovations could begin, so Ada was spending today stretched-out on the lawn chaise Sparkle had provided, basking in what sunshine peeked out from behind the clouds. She had the big umbrella ready, just in case the rain started, but she wanted to work on her tan, dammit.

The sidewalk sale was set up, and she did have her cash box tucked under the chair, so she'd actually work if people showed up. But for now? She was going to be totally lazy and stretch out like a cat in a sunbeam.

The Demon Marcus Sidewalk Sale was open, and Ada was in!

[OOC: OCD freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee]

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"Hey, look who's basking in the damn sunshine," Dante said, a laugh in his voice as he walked on up to Demon Marcus.

"Is it me? I bet it's me," Ada said, grinning at him, utterly unrepentant. "I done enough work getting th' place cleaned up, Sparkle left me a nice chair t' be lazy in today."

Dante grinned. "You got some space there for one more?"

"Depends, who's th' one more? Are they cute?" Of course, despite being a brat, she was already shifting over to make space for him. "I think we can manage."

"Just me for now, but between the two of us, we can probably get some more," Dante said, happily settling down in the space she made.

"What's up?"

He was fine. Just fyi and not mentioning for any reason at all.

Of course he was fine! Dante always got cuddly and wanted to share space when he was totally fine!

Not that Ada was going to say a damn thing about it, yet, because she wanted human contact too. There was a constant countdown ticking away in the back of her brain lately, and spending time with her friends...helped. Made everything less final for a few hours.

"Not much. Been helping Sparkle clean up th' store for th' extra paycheck, an' that's about it," she replied, getting comfy and tossing her legs over his. "He got me a nice bottle of vodka as a 'thank you,' it was all wrapped up with a bow an' everything."

It wasn't like Dante's brother was dead and most of his friends had graduated.

"Awww, that's cool," he said. "Kinda glad I missed out on all that, though."

"So I heard, slacker," she said, poking at his arm. "An' yeah, you skipped th' clean-up, but you missed out on punchin' sharks in th' face. Which you probably woulda enjoyed."

"I mean, how often do y'get to punch a shark?"

"Once a year?" Dante tried. "Still think I liked Mexico better."

"Mexico probably has better drinks," Ada admitted, "--and less flying sharks. How was Mexico? Do a lot of basking in th' sunshine?"

"A lot of basking, a lot of food, a lot of sleeping..."

Dante grinned at her, poking her in the side. "And other stuff."

"Trouble, I bet," she teased, reaching over to play with his hair. "Good, 'm glad you had fun."

"How's shit been here?" Dante asked, obligingly leaning into her grasp.

"Without your company?" she replied, grinning at how long his hair had gotten. "Boring, of course, once th' sharks stopped. You know how quiet it gets 'round the end of a semester."

"Especially summer," Dante said.

There was a hesitation in his voice. Funny.

There was, wasn't there?

"Yeah, but after summer comes fall, with th' leaves changing shades t' pretty golds an' reds, like carnival lights," she said fondly, and if the fingers in his hair slowly went from playful to soothing, well, it was a coincidence. And calming for both of them.

"I love summer, but fall? Fall is when you get proper colors everywhere."

"I don't need colors," Dante said. "Have you seen my hair at all?"

He did need a mermaid.

And mermaids needed their Dante. But damn, he was making this no-kissing thing hard right now, because that would be the easy way to make things better right this moment.

"I've dyed your hair, dumbass," she teased, gently twisting a little lock around her fingers before she let go and dropped her head on to his shoulder, opting for closeness. "I seen it a lot."

"Still need colors. An' glitter. Everyone needs colors in their life."

Dante's hand slid up to rub at her shoulder, her upper arm. He'd gotten better at comfort over the years, though he still wasn't exactly a master.

"Glitter, maybe. But fall's when everything comes down."

"It comes back," she pointed out. "Gotta take a winter nap t' come back for spring."

"Fall's when you get Homecoming, an' if you don't like winter naps, I happen t' know a place where it's almost always summer an' you can take a break for a few days."

That was the nice thing about her world being just a few months off from Fandom: winter here was summer there, and summer here meant her family was tucked away in nice, warm, Arizona.

"If your cousins aren't gonna chase me off with a shotgun," Dante joked, eyebrows waggling.

"They can try," she laughed. "Show 'em a picture of how pretty Anders is b'fore they take aim, and maybe we can convince 'em you're actually sleeping on my couch."

"B'sides. I love 'em dearly, but 'm a big girl an' they don't get t' dictate who sleeps over no more."

Dante snickered softly. "I could just hand off my phone," he said, "If they wanna page through some naked pictures..."

"You wouldn't dare!" she giggled, poking his chest lightly. "'M I still in there? 'Cause I don't think I could save you from a shotgun fate if they found those."

Dante laughed. "Sure, but like, months back," he said. "I've taken tons of shots of Anders and Kathy since then."

"Hmmm. No sure that's gonna reassure them you don't got no designs on m' 'virtue,'" she said dryly. "Uncle Chester might make you stay in his trailer so he could keep an eye on you."

Dante snickered. "I can take the Kathy pictures out for a while," he teased. "But fine."

"'M sayin' any large amounts of naked pictures might make 'em dubious of your intentions, regardless of who's in 'em," she teased. "Maybe stick t' pictures of your cats."

The safe kind of pussy!

"'Hey, here's the cats I got with my boyfriend'?" Dante tried, nudging Ada's shoulder with his own.

"Yup. They wouldn't want to orphan poor innocent cats," she assured him. "It'd buy you enough time t' turn on that charm of yours. They'd love you."

Dante laughed softly. "Okay, I'm gonna remember that," he said. "Always lead with cats with carnies."

"Eh, th' Millers are suckers for any cute animals, really," she admitted. "Comes from havin' so many of 'em around us, I guess."

"You've even got me thinkin' of adoptin' th' next stray cat we come across so that I got company in my trailer, with all th' cute pictures you got of your two."

"'Cause cats are great," Dante said easily. "And you'd probably do good with 'em, not lock 'em up indoors until they're all prissy and cagey."

"Well, it'd need t' be locked-in while we're moving b'tween cities, so it don't get lost while we're on th' road, but while we're parked? Most of what we do are small towns, not too hard t' find a cat that wandered too far off," she replied. "Though a dog would be more useful."

Security, for one. Though Chester had sworn that they weren't gonna be a problem no more.

Really, Ada just didn't want to be lonely at night.

"I guess, if you just want something to cuddle and slobber all over you," said Dante.

He wasn't a dog person.

Ada made a face. "When you put it that way..."

Ew, slobber.

"I dunno, does the shelter here have cats? I kinda like th' idea of showin' up at th' ranch all 'You made me go t' SCHOOL, so 'm back with a different attitude problem an' a cat.'"

"There's the pet store on the island?" Dante ventured. "Me and Anders got Blondie at the cat café in DC, though. It's pretty awesome."

Ada grinned at him. "Are we gonna let Anders pick me out a cat?"

This was both a terrible and amazing idea.

"I say yes," Dante said immediately. "Nobody loves cats like Anders."

It'd be fun watching him light up.

"I ain't takin' a whole litter," she laughed, because, well, Anders. "But sure, it'll be an adventure."

"His shift is Wednesdays," Dante offered.

"Just tell me when, an' I'll be there," Ada promised. "--You realize you're gonna be gettin' cat pictures constantly, right?"

Not that he'd get rid of her easily without a cat to document. He was probably going to get whining texts about how hard they were making her work for at least a week.

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