A Bar, Boston, Tuesday

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In the end, Ezra had decided to drag Dante out to a bar. Not one of the Coterie ones, but still one that he'd frequented sometimes, looking to have a good time. It wasn't as high-end as, say, something within the Purgatory complex, but it was still several steps up from something like that dive he'd found Dante performing at earlier this year.

Funnily enough, this one seemed to have an open mic night going on. Or, would have - there was a flier advertising it at the door, but they were a little early. Those proceedings had not started yet as they walked in.

"It's not a bunny party," Ezra noted, glancing back at Dante with a little smirk, "but I think it works."

[ooc: NFB, for the guy.]

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"Oh, do I?" Ezra replied lightly, with an elegant eyebrow raise. "More of the same, or did you have another request in mind?"

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Dante downed the rest of his strawberry drink before he answered.

"Find me the drink with the dirtiest name," he decided.

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"You are predictable, darling," Ezra told him, even though he wasn't. Not with the state of their relationship.

This was another one of those that required a very thoughtful tête-à-tête with the bartender. And also some googling, as it turned out. But in the end, there was a small glass of something pink being handed to Dante. "Here you go, cupcake. A Creamy Pussy," Ezra told him with a smirk, before holding up his own glass. "But I couldn't decide which was actually the dirtiest, so I got a Cocksucking Cowboy for myself, just to be sure I had all my bases covered."

As you do.

"Also, we came to the conclusion that the dirtiest drinks tend to be shots."

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In fact, asking Ezra had all the hallmarks of a potentially dangerous decision under the circumstances. It was mostly some - carefully delineated - instinctive brinksmanship at play here.

"That's kinda sad when you think about it," Dante mused. "Where's the sex drinks with stamina?"

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"I think they may just be trying to be quick about it so that people may then proceed to the actual sex," Ezra quipped, before shrugging. "But I don't know. Maybe it's just a flaw in the people who invent these things."

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"Probably never got laid right," Dante sighed.

Not that this kept him from slamming back his drink. At all.

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Ezra was being much slower with his.

"'Right' is a matter of personal taste, anyway."

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"And experience," Dante added idly.

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"That, too," Ezra replied thoughtfully. "But I'd suppose that falls under the umbrella of developing a personal taste."

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"So that's all I'm saying," Dante said, holding up his mostly-empty glass. "Sex shots are made by people who like, think they got it figured out, but don't."

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"Putting more focus on booze than sex has always been a mistake in my book."

And definitely not just because he had to drink way more than an average person for it to have an effect.

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Dante made a faintly amused noise. "You would think that," he said.

Look, it wasn't like he pretended not to be a functional alcoholic.

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"Well, obviously."

No points for noticing that!

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"See, I like variety," Dante said brightly. "Why not both?"

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"Because alcohol is inherently mostly boring?"

It was the fox take on it.

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"Not everything can be sex all the time," Dante said, putting his glass down and motioning to the bartender that he wanted another.

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"No," Ezra agreed easily, "but it's more fun to try for that than being drunk all the time."

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"Again with the either-or shit," Dante sighed.

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Ezra sighed, theatrically. "Darling, if I've already called one thing boring, you're not going to get me to concede to the idea that both would somehow be a better option."

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Dante shrugged. "We're in a bar," he said. "Can't talk shit about booze in a bar."

New rule!

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"Oh! Then, I guess I must be going," Ezra said, and even made to push away from the bar. "I have no interest in staying in establishments that want to limit my free speech."

It was one of his most important freedoms!

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"I mean, that's most," Dante said, amused. "Can't shout 'fire' in a crowded theater either."

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"Yes, I can see disparaging a business's main wares as being entirely equal to causing a potentially life-threatening incident."

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"Hey, we were just talking about free speech," Dante said, grinning. "Just sayin', you accept plenty of limits."

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"The ones that make sense," Ezra retorted without missing a beat. "Which yours really doesn't."