The Perk, Monday Morning

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante had crashed over here last night, mostly because some of Kathy's shit was still here and it needed a ride home with him. He'd head back to the apartment in half an hour or so, pick things up, and go home in time to help Kathy unwind from her first day in class.

But right now?

He was back on the island.

He needed... that massive strawberry and cream thing the Perk did.

So there he was. Ordered a double, even, so the strawberries and the whipped cream came up to such a height that they almost blocked out his face from view when he sat down. "I really need to find a good place that does strawberry stuff back home," he sighed.

Then dug in.

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[onefootoutthedoor]

Peebee just wanted a caffeine fix before class, but it was hard not to notice that mountain of strawberries and whipped cream.

She came over and leaned across the table from the other side, peering at the giant strawberry concoction and then around it at Dante.

“Oh, hi. I almost didn’t see you there behind all the sugar.”

[rebelseekspizza]

"I'd say the sugar is prettier anyway, but I think we come down somewhere in the middle," Dante said, grinning up at her. "Hey, Peebs."

[onefootoutthedoor]

"Mmmmn, that's debatable depending on my sugar level," Peebee said; she made a show of looking back and forth between Dante and the strawberry thing for a few seconds. "Aren't you just a sight for sore eyes though? How've you been?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"Busy," Dante said, grinning. "My girlfriend decided to move in, so we're hauling a ton of her stuff over. Portalocity's kind of a bitch about it."

[onefootoutthedoor]

"More than they are about most things?" Peebee made a sympathetic noise. "Yeesh. That's saying something. I was about to ask what brings you here today, because if it had been just the drinks . . . well, that's still a valid reason, but awwwwwww. Moving is the worst. Got a lot more to go?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"Nah, we're almost done," Dante confirmed. "Gonna be weird not living with one toe in this place, but... it was time."

[onefootoutthedoor]

“There’s a point where it’s really just hanging on for the sake of it,” Peebee said, and propped her chin up on one hand. “And that’s not too much of a good thing, most of the time.”

She grinned at him. “Don’t worry. I get you. Think you’ll still visit sometimes, or is there maybe some couch space free for me to crash sometime? Not a binding offer, by the way. Just a hypothetical; it’s way too much like planning otherwise. Ugh.”

[rebelseekspizza]

"I mean, if you don't mind running the risk of running into a demon or two," Dante said, swiping some cream off the top of his drink. "You're always welcome. Limbo City's pretty cool now that humans are running the place."

[onefootoutthedoor]

"Meh." Peebee waved broadly. "What's even the point if you don't take a risk here or there, anyway? Besides, I don't think I've ever actually seen a demon, so that's really more of an incentive."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante made a thoughtful noise. "You know how to fight?" he asked. "'Cause we could go on a field trip in the neighborhood if you wanna sight-see some demons."

[onefootoutthedoor]

"Well, I don't want to go on some kind of demon safari or anything like that, but I wouldn't mind taking in some of the local flavor." Peebee thought she was being sneaky, trying to swipe a little bit of the cream from his drink. "If that gets a little . . . you know, active, I can handle it."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Hey now," Dante said, hand shooting forward with unnatural speed to swat at her hand.

[onefootoutthedoor]

Peebee held her hands up and managed to look innocent and smug at the same time.

"Just trying to make sure your reflexes are still running at optimum, that's all. I'm being helpful!"