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The Devil's Nest, Sunday Night

Shuichi arrived for his shift a bit earlier than he thought he should. It was his first night after all! And...he'd never actaully asked Lucifer what time the place opened...

Either way, with a few books and an annoyed Yuki in tote, he stepped behind the bar with the unusually silent lady from before. She had some strange mask on half her face, but Shuichi really didn't have the vocabulary at the moment to ask her why.

Don'tscrewup.Don'tscrewup.Don'tscrewup.Don'tscrewup.Don'tscrewup.Don'tscrewup. Was Shuichi's mantra for the evening.

The Devil's Nest is open~

[[AFK for an hour or two-back for most of the night.]]

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Yuki smiles at Giacomo. Unfortunately he's an even BETTER actor. "Did you? Oh he's going to be in trouble when he gets home." He glares over at Shuichi. "Have you been messing around behind my back sweetheart?" Under his breath he growled. //You object, I'll kill you.//

Shuichi's eyes widened a bit in fear but just as quickly he shook his head vigorously, "No! Not at all! I would never!" He smiles, shaking a little under blondy's threat.

Casanova felt a little hurt that his pink poof may have been someone else's pink poof, but it wasn't uncommon for him to be seeing someone despite their previous relationships.

He maintained his confident smile. "Perhaps you need to keep him on a tighter leash then. One can never know what their lover does every minute of the day....or night." He raised an eyebrow and watched for Yuki's reaction.

Yuki grins and grips Shuichi's hand tight. "Oh I'll make sure I keep it tighter..."

At this point Casanova stopped taking himself so seriously. Either he didn't feel like keeping up his act or he just didn't care. He had gotten his drink and was reminded of why he was here in the first place.

He laughed a little. "Before we both force each other's hand into a duel, perhaps we should enjoy our drinks."

Yuki smiles. Sooo the wig guy isn't so bad. He pats him on the head. "Sounds pleasent enough." He lifts his glass to clink it to Casanova's, "Cheers."

He follows suit with Yuki's toast then follows that by drinking a few full glasses. He didn't really count how many. In a very please mood he leans over on Yuki's shoulder.

"You know I once pursued a woman and her sister at the same time. I suppose the only situation worse than that would be if I went after their mother as well." He had to chuckle at his little story then he stopped and thought for a moment.

"You know I may actually have done that before." There is more drunken babbling from Casanova.

Yuki finds this quite amusing. He chuckles lightly. "Sounds like you're pretty bold Casanova." Yuki doesn't get drunk very easily, he's very level headed, so much so that one might not even be able to tell if he's been drinking at all.

He stopped and gave Yuki a serious look. "Oh I'm just going on about me me me... Why don't you tell me something about yourself."

He stared at Yuki, his head tilted back dazedly as he rested on Yuki's shoulder.

"I'm sure you're an interesting person," he said and grinned. He may have been flirting a little.

What the hell. He's pretty cute other than the wig. "I'm a writer. From Japan like bubblegum over there."

Giacomo ordered another bottle of champagne since the other one seemed to disappear very suddenly. He didn't know about bubblegum, and he had not traveled too far from Italy.

"A writer you say?" he asked grasping on to possibly the only thing he understood from Yuki's comment. "What exactly do you write?"

"Romance novels." Boy that wig guy sure was getting wasted. Hah. Poor sap. At least he'll probably have good blackmail on him by the end of the night.

He wasn't wasted. A gentleman wouldn't allow it. He was just a bit more carefree and jovial than usual. Thus he must share his happiness with someone else.

"You're a fellow after my own heart Mr. Yuki for I have dedicated my life to the pursuit of love." He was back to grinning at Yuki and maybe playing with his hair too.

My people on this island sure were bold about touching his hair. But it's not like he minded. It was well kept for a reason. "Can I assume that means you go about finding love whereever it lies? I wrote a character like you once. More than a bit of a player."

"Are you accusing me of being like this character of yours?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

He had gotten up to look Yuki in the eyes now. He tried to hide the smirk forming on his face.

"If the shoe fits." Yuki chuckled.

Casanova chuckled also. "Well, then I'll be this character. Taking on the role of 'the player' I wish to pursue my next lover."

He glances over at Shuichi. "Just one kiss because I don't want Sugar rush getting all jealous."

"Jealous that he's left out?"

He didn't let Yuki answer. He leaned in for a kiss.

Yuki decides, hey, better make the one kiss a good one. He reached his hand around onto Casanova's neck so this kiss would be just as firm as he wanted it to be.

Giacomo was all too willing to play this game. He wrapped his arms around Yuki trying to draw their bodies closer together, which was awkward while sitting.

Awkward indeed. But Yuki didn't really mind. He was a better kisser than Deadpool AND Rosette. Nice change of pace at the very least. After a bit of tongue Yuki pulled away. "Well it's good to see your studies seem to be going well."

"You really think I fit the part Mr. theatre director?" He was convinced he could be a great actor. Also he had probably lost any sense that remained in him after that kiss.

"I'm a writer, kid. So don't give up your day job. Now run along home, don't want to embarass yourself too much."

He nodded his head in agreement. He left a few silver coins at the bar to pay for his drinks, not that it mattered to him if they would accept his foreign money. He left looking stable enough while he walked, and hopefully he ended up safe in his room after.

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