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Kwik Stop Rooftop, Tuesday Afternoon

Dante? Not really the kind of guy who kept a schedule.

However, he'd been by here a couple of times, and the cat definitely seemed to be on one. So, fuck it. Tuesday afternoons on the Kwik Stop roof was where it was gonna have to be at. He showed up again with a bag full of stolen slices of meat and put 'em down next to him on the roof. "Lunch is here, if you want it," he called.

A couple moments later, the cat hopped back up on the roof, wandered over towards the meat, sniffed it, and then started scarfing it down.

"I don't get as much as a meow this time, huh?" Dante said. He shook his head. "Cats. Ungrateful animals."

The cat headbutted his thigh. "Hey, you're the one pawing in on my time," Dante said, and reached into his pocket to find a cigarette.

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"Figured you might be up here," Kathy said, vaulting over the edge of the roof. She gave him an amused smile and sprawled out on the opposite side of the Kwik Stop. Dante's little friend still seemed pretty wary of anyone who wasn't him--like called to like, she supposed--and she didn't want to scare it off. "Hey, Dante. Hey, kitty."

The cat slinked back a few steps, but didn't dart off.

Dante shot it an amused look. "Hey, Kat," he greeted. "What brings you to my roof?"

"A fondness for feral cats," Kathy said, giving him a smile that said, Yes, I am absolutely counting you in that grouping. "By which I mean, I was looking for you."

"Please don't tell me you're trying to break into another mob thing," Dante said, settling back on his elbows.

"Actually, no," Kathy said, sticking her tongue out at him. "Though I'm flattered you think I'm that industrious. Also, you have no room to talk, you had a great night." And he'd gotten a motorcycle out of it! Honestly, a winner of that night was Dante, hands down. "No, actually, I realized that I'd never really thanked you for helping me out with that. And since you deserve a proper thank you...here I am."

Yes, Dante, sincere gratitude.

"And here I thought you were against doing stuff on the roof," Dante said.

Sounding amused, more than anything else. He wasn't really in that mood right now, but she was fun to tease.

And yeah, he had gotten laid. And a motorcycle. So...

Dante? Not in that mood? Stop the presses--and probably call for a doctor, this sounded worrisome!

"I know, I'm such a prude," Kathy said, mournfully shaking her head. Reaching behind her, she started digging through her backpack with one hand. "With my policy of not getting naked on rooftops in broad daylight in the center of town with squirrels everywhere. However do you cope with being my friend?"

Hey, now. He was a guy, not a walking sex toy! ... and he'd had me-time earlier.

"Maybe I'm one of those stoic types," Dante said lazily. "Pushing through the pain."

That explained it. He'd probably be good until dinner then.

"You are an inspiration for us all," Kathy told him dryly. "Here you go. You're getting two because I'm feeling generous today."

The first was a tupperware container filled with six oversized cupcakes, because Kathy's first instinct was to say 'thank you' (and 'I'm sorry') with baked goods.. The second was a bottle of tequila, because Kathy had realized that if she were giving Dante a thank you gift, it should probably be something that he'd actually enjoy.

"Thanks," Dante said. He checked the label on the bottle briefly - because yeah, that was the first thing he was looking at.

But he put that aside and cracked open the tupperware, because it was vitally important he know what kind of icing there was on these cupcakes. What? He liked sugar. Not as much as alcohol, but still kind of a lot.

The label was 'Jose Cuervo gold' because that was a type of tequila Kathy had actually heard about before and it hadn't come in a plastic bottle. That was pretty much the upper limit on her alcohol knowledge. And the lemon cupcakes were liberally frosted, but with plain cream cheese frosting, nothing fancy.

The real surprise was within. Kathy had remembered his dessert choice from the other week and had added strawberry jam filling to the inside of the cupcakes. But she'd let him figure that out on his own.

"No, thank you. I know you don't actually care about what I'm doing, but you helped me out anyway and I appreciate it," Kathy said. "And, hey. If you decide to keep helping me out because you know there's booze and baked goods in it for you, I can hardly complain. You're a handy guy to have in a motorcycle race."

Dante let out a soft snort. "Don't get too used to it," he said. "I'm a loner."

An impressive and dramatic statement, for sure, especially when punctuated by him biting into a cupcake-- and then looking incredibly pleased when he hit the strawberry part.

"I'm a loner, Dottie, a rebel," Kathy quoted in an undertone and laughed, though more to herself than to him. She didn't expect Dante to get the quote--the movie had come out almost twenty years before either of them had been born.

Louder, she said, "I'll do my best not to come and rely on you too much. I mean, it will be hard, what with the twice you've helped me out versus the year-plus I've been doing this on my own, but I'll manage. Somehow."

Kathy, you smartass.

The tupperware flicked shut with a shift of his wrist. Dante shrugged. "Never said you wouldn't manage," he said, "Just not to get used to it."

He took another bite of the cupcake. They were good.

"I promise, Dante, I don't have any expectations about what you will or won't do," Kathy said, dropping her teasing for a moment of honestly. "And I try very hard not to take anyone for granted. Like I said, that stuff's because I know you don't care about what I get up to and you have no stake in making sure I'm successful at it, so I do appreciate when you do help me out. I'm not expecting this to lead to a permanent team-up between Glowstick and Superball, okay?"

The teasing came back a moment later, though. "Even if it does mean depriving the island of your butt in tights."

Was it too early to try the tequila? Probably. Dante flopped further back onto the roof with his cupcake instead, and threw Kathy a lazy side-eye. "I can look hot enough in things that aren't tights," he said. "That guy Sparkle was going on about straps and leather last time I hit the shop."

He finished his cupcake.

Sparkle was doing the lord's work.

"Maybe you should listen to him," Kathy said casually, as if the idea of Dante in leather and straps didn't spawn all sorts of fluttery feelings. "He knows fashion. Though, personally, I'm more a sucker for guys in long coats and a sense of the dramatic."

Dante reached out to touch the bottom end of his coat. "That long enough for you?" he said.

He was already inclined to listen to Sparkle on that one. He just needed a good reason to splurge. And possibly money.

"If I tell you I think it could be longer, are you going to take it personally?" Kathy asked.

"I'd just tell you size doesn't matter," Dante said, with an easy grin.

Really, Kathy. You could've seen that one coming.

"And I'd tell you that's just what people in too-short coats like to believe," Kathy returned, grinning back.

Honestly, Dante, so should you.

"Hey," Dante said, "I know how to use my coat, all right?"

Should he get another cupcake? ... Probably not. He'd run out. But they were good.

"So says you," Kathy told him, settling back against her bag and turning her face up to the sunshine. The nights were getting nippy, but the days were still so perfect. "But if talking big were all it took, every guy in a windbreaker would be some kind of coat expert."

"The difference is," Dante said, balancing the tupperware on his stomach, "I am an expert."

He reached out and poked Kathy gently in the ankle with his foot.

"I'd say that's probably what every guy thinks, but I'll willing to concede that you've got the practice to back that up, or so I hear," Kathy said, looking back at him with a lazy smile.

And lightly kicking at his foot in return.

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