Room 210, Sunday Afternoon

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Ava and Lock had meant to come visit this weekend. Or possibly Ava or Lock, since they were still being weird around each other. Because they were idiots. But in the end, neither ended up being able to come by. Some Coterie whatever, the usual. Alistair with an errand or something.

So, Ezra was spending his Sunday the way the gods had intended him to: by sprawling on his bed. And flirting with people over texts.

It was pretty great.

[ooc: Method RP as far as the doing nothing goes. Open!]

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"You look like someone who hasn't left the room all weekend," Dante said, parking his ass against the door. "Almost missed the free booze."

Had he stolen a mimosa from brunch? Yeah, pretty much.

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"There was free booze?"

Ezra was not actually hugely interested in that kind of thing, most of the time. But he was always interested in Dante, so he smirked over towards the door all the same.

"I don't know, my bed's too comfortable for me to be too sad about that."

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Sex was only roughly one bar above booze in Dante's priority list, so he'd been happy about the alcohol.

"Don't have to be, anyway," Dante said, "Got this one halfway up the stairs when I figured I was fucking sick of orange juice."

He nudged the door shut with his foot. Not that he was necessarily in a rush, but eh, him and Ezra in a room together, seemed prudent.

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Ezra alone together with a whole lot of people at this school seemed to call for a closed door. He just considered it a good way to think ahead.

He pushed himself up on his elbows, then reached out a hand. "Well, if you're sick of it..."

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"Figured you could help me out," Dante said. ...Sort of agreeably, for his standards. He passed the glass on to Ezra, and then, figuring that payment enough, flopped on the bed in whatever space Ez wasn't occupying. "At least these school weekends don't leave us hungry."

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"Speak for yourself," Ezra retorted, shifting just the tiniest bit to occupy the an equally tiny bit less space. "The room service in this place is highly unreliable."

Except for the mimosa.

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"Hey, you could always steal some shit and pay your way into the hotel," Dante said easily.

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"But that would involve getting off this bed."

And he was having one of his particularly lazy phases.

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"You've seriously just been sitting here ordering delivery all weekend, haven't you?"

Dante was more amused than anything else. Ezra was Ezra.

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Ezra rolled his eyes and sighed theatrically. "Well not all weekend."

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"That's almost disappointing," Dante sighed.

He slid a little further into the space alotted to him. He was maybe a little drunk by now, and Ezra's bed was actually pretty nice and warm.

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"No, it's not, cupcake." He took a sip from the glass. Mm, mimosa. "What's disappointing is that you did not see the opening to talk about getting off in this bed when I said I didn't want to get off it."

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"Maybe I just showed up here 'cause your bed's comfortable," Dante said, Very Seriously, and followed it up with a similarly significant look that just happened to require getting pretty close to Ezra's face.

So no, that was probably not why he'd shown up.

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Ezra tsked. "That's no reason to let good innuendo go wasted."

It was the principle of the thing!

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"I'd say sorry," Dante mused, "But I don't bark on command."

Or innuendo, as the case might be.

What he would do, though, was plant a hand on the other side of the bed, across Ezra, so he was looming over the guy.

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Ezra looked mock affronted. "I'm trying to drink, here."

Yeah, that was such a priority for him. Really.

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Dante looked to the left. Then he looked to the right. Then he looked back at Ezra. "I'm not seeing me stopping you," he said, sliding his leg over Ezra's.

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"You're distracting me." He gulped down some more of his drink. "It's about the same thing."

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"You want me to fuck off, just say so."

Dante was largely sure Ezra did not, in fact, want him to fuck off. Call it a well-informed hunch.

He wasn't actually waiting for much of an answer; it was just that half the fun of this vantage point was watching Ezra's throat move.

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"No way," said a voice from his doorway. "You can't be Ezra. At least, not that Ezra. It's impossible."

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Ezra threw back the rest of the drink, then reached out lazily to set the glass on his night stand.

He shrugged as he settled back down against his pillows. "I could be persuaded not to want that."

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"I don't know about that, sweetheart," Ezra replied, with an amused glance and a raised eyebrow towards the doorway and the girl there. "There aren't many of us here. In fact, as far as I know, I'm the only one."

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"But you're hot!" Sarah told him. "Like, way hot! I mean, Dante said you were, but I thought he was just being nice!"

Which showed an incredibly flawed understanding of how Dante worked, but details.

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It was tempting to say 'now who's missing out on the innuendo?' but, eh. Dante: not a huge fan of word games. As Ezra was probably intimately familiar with by now.

"I'll bet," he said, pretty close by Ezra's ear.

Then he nipped right beneath it, by the start of that pretty neck.

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Ezra laughed as he pushed himself more upright. All the way up to sitting, in fact. This seemed like the time to pay attention.

"Well, Dante never lies when it comes to things of that level of importance."