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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Ezra shrugged lightly. "I like my shortcuts, sometimes."

And that was when their server showed up to slide two sizable and very meaty-looking pizzas in front of the pair of them.

"Thank you, darling," Ezra told the server, then turned his attention towards Dante again, and gestured at the pizzas. "I believe it was subtitled on the menu as a 'vegetarian's nightmare'."

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"Aw, you do know me," Dante said, grinning brightly. "More pizza places should go with the right branding."