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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"That's one way of putting 'you got no attention span as a fox'," Dante said. He'd stuffed his hands back into his pockets, attempting not to get distracted by the pizza joint down the road. "You ever still just do it for the fun of it?"

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The smell of pizza had already caught Ezra's nose, because of course it had.

"Which part?"

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"Chasing geese just for the hell of it."

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Ezra snorted. "Adorable of you to even entertain the possibility that I've ever stopped, darling."

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Dante shrugged easily. "Just wondering," he said. "I mean, I know you pulled it on Kathy the first time you guys tried to do it."

He looked amused at that, too.

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Ezra's smirk turned into a dramatic eye roll. "That was just the one time."

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"Isn't it always?" Dante joked.

Look at him. Not mentioning the pizza place.

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The pizza place Ezra was eyeing? That one?

"Whatever, darling, I made it up to her in spades later in a less distracting environment," he said, with a mock-indignant hair toss. Sort of. His hair wasn't quite long enough for that, just yet.

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Look, it had been made abundantly clear to Dante by two certain parties that he couldn't survive on pizza alone and he should probably stop trying. He was trying to be good.

Dante snickered softly. "Yeah, I don't doubt that," he said, giving Ezra a friendly nudge with his shoulder.

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"God, I miss her so much," Ezra sighed, theatrical enough in his wistfulness to make it sound like an act when it wasn't, not entirely.

Then he nodded towards the pizza place, because he wasn't either of those two parties who were so wrongfully trying to expand Dante's food groups. "Speaking of, do you wanna grab a bite to eat?"

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Dante figured it was mostly not an act, but he wasn't going to say anything about it.

"Oh thank god," he said instead. "... I mean, sure."

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There was way too much to unpack in it, anyway. Kathy was very missable.

He made an amused noise. "Nice save."

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"Shut up," Dante muttered.

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"Make me," Ezra replied, as he turned to head for the pizza joint's door.

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"Don't tempt me," Dante called after him, following right behind.

Look, some things were just reflex.

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Thankfully, Ezra's reflexive answer was just one of his grandest smirks, thrown at Dante over his shoulder before he was already headed for the counter for the scared task of placing orders.

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Dante made an amused noise, shutting the door behind them. He looked around, found a quiet booth in the corner, and sat down.

He didn't expect Ezra to order them anything disgusting, like broccoli pizza, after all.

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No, Ezra figured something meaty was a safe bet, so that was what he went with.

Then he joined Dante in the booth, sliding onto the seat across from him. "Shouldn't be very long."

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"Kathy and Anders keep telling me I can't live on pizza alone," Dante sniffed. "So thanks."

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"They're objectively wrong," Ezra said, amused.

Even though that was definitely incorrect.

"Pizza is a fine food group."

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"That's what I keep telling them," Dante said, nodding. "And tomato's a vegetable, fuck 'em."

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"That's the spirit," Ezra replied, even if his smirk was a little on the fainter side. "See? I'm still good for something."

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"Having the right opinions about food," Dante agreed. "Apparently it's harder than it looks, who knew?"

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"Some people just don't have enough hedonism in their diet."

Whereas Ezra needed to be thankful of his werefox metabolism that allowed him to live on whatever junk he chose.

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"It's sad, right?" Dante said, sighing. "You'd think after the crazy hotel and the hot tubs and shit, they'd learn."