Demon Marcus, Thursday

[boneyard_girl]

Ada threw the shop open the moment she got in to town from class, turned up her favorite angry 8Tracks playlists, and sat down behind the counter to pour herself a vodka soda and rummage around for the mystery novel that someone had once left behind. She wondered who this 'Makita' was that had printed her name so carefully inside the cover and then for some reason had not taken her book with her. You didn't write your name on things unless they were too precious to risk losing, if you couldn't replace them easily.

She should know.

The music was loud, the mermaid was angry, and Demon Marcus was open.

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[good_for_six]

It had been a while since Isabela had dropped in on Ada during work, so he'd decided to fix that.

"Afternoon, sweet thing."

[boneyard_girl]

"'Bela!" Ada said, perking up considerably. "Just visitin' or can I help you find something?"

[good_for_six]

"Just visiting," Isabela said with a grin. "But you know I'll never turn down an afternoon of playing dress-up."

...potentially dirty?

[boneyard_girl]

"I can always manage a bit of dress up for you," Ada promised, returning that grin. Potentially Dirty, yes, because it was Isabela. "No more classes today t' keep you outta trouble?"

[good_for_six]

"Oh, splendid." Isabela's grin turned into a smirk. "Just the one about crime for me today."

[boneyard_girl]

"Th' one where you said you ain't never been in trouble with th' law?" Ada teased. "Only 'cause you ain't been caught."

"...I had Ethics after that." UGH.

[good_for_six]

"Well, he didn't need to know that," Isabela said, quite reasonably, she thought.

She tilted her head. "And what did my repressed men in robes do to result in the music?" Beyond continuing not not make out.

[boneyard_girl]

"Privilege." The entire word was dripping with sarcasm, so Isabela could probably guess what had pissed Ada off.

[good_for_six]

Ah. "They did the thing with the line again?"

[boneyard_girl]

"What makes 'em think that's a good idea?" Ada asked, throwing up her hands in frustration. "Already knew where I was, thanks, didn't need th' public reminder."

[good_for_six]

Isabela shrugged. "I'm not sure, Skywalker didn't look too happy two steps behind the line," she said, unaware they'd changed the questions around this time. "Of course I was four behind and all on my lonesome."

[boneyard_girl]

"Me an' Peridot were four back," Ada shared. "--but Skywalker was one ahead? Maybe he had a good summer or something."

She shot Isabela an impish grin. "Dealt with his repression, maybe?" Ada, no.

[good_for_six]

Ada, yes.

"If he did, he didn't even have the decency to send me pictures." Isabela, no.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Hey, Ades," Dante called, pushing the door open while balancing three pastry boxes. "How do you feel about chocolate-- woah."

[boneyard_girl]

"Woah?" she asked, looking up from her book. "Woah-- Dante, how much chocolate do you got?!?"

Ada put the book down and hopped over the counter to go help him get through the door without the leaning tower of pastry boxes crashing down.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Only a third of 'em are chocolate," Dante said easily. "Got those for you."

The rest were, predictably, strawberry. Still, as soon as he entered, he beelined for the counter and put the top one down.

[boneyard_girl]

A third were chocolate and he had three boxes...

"You got me an entire box of chocolate," she repeated, dumbfounded, following him back to the counter. "Why did you get me an entire box of chocolate? You break in t' my room an' trash it or something?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"I was at JGoB's and I was getting stuff anyway," Dante said, batting the lid off the box and revealing the chocolate pastries within. "...And I kinda owe you for a few weeks ago. Anders already got a cake, so..."

After years of food scarcity, and getting used to how Fandom was about it, Dante had somehow picked up saying thank you with food.

[boneyard_girl]

Oh Dante.

"You don't owe me nothin', dumbass," she said fondly, leaning in to press a quick kiss against his cheek before hopping up to sit on the counter and grab a pastry out of the box. He didn't owe her, at all, but that didn't mean she was gonna let it go to waste.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Whatever," Dante said lightly. He shrugged. "I got 'em anyway."

[boneyard_girl]

"You did, an' I'll eat 'em anyway," she promised, before taking a big bite out of one. Because chocolate pastries was pretty much exactly what she needed today.

"Mmm...you're my favorite person right now."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante put the other two boxes down and snagged something strawberry out of the top one. "And that makes today a win for me," he said.

And promptly got strawberry icing all over his face.

[boneyard_girl]

Like Ada had any room to talk, with getting chocolate all over her fingers as she tried to cram the whole thing in her face.

"Go team," she said, offering him a high-five. "I think we both scored a sweet win on this one."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante dutifully returned the high-five, creating an unholy mix of sugars that probably burned right into their bloodstream. "So you're going loud," he added, which was the reason he'd 'woah'ed to begin with.

[boneyard_girl]

"Uh-huh," she said agreeably, licking that unholy sugar mixture off her fingers. "Felt like a day for it."