He couldn’t believe the sheer FUCKING NERVE of this asshole in front of him, Dante had just come in for a FUCKING DRINK and this asshole had started in on him after he had sat himself down. He’d ordered a bottle of BEER and nothing else, and this PRICK had the nerve to come to him, talking all kinds of shit. He’d been enduring it for over 20 minutes. All the while the unnamed man had gotten into his face, mentioning how he was a TERRORIST, and how he had murdered BOB BARBAS, AHHH, so he was one of those people that refused to believe what he was hearing, he was STILL asleep somehow, probably still drinking virility and watching OLD broadcasts from the RAPTOR NEWS NETWORK. Til now, Dante hadn’t even acknowledged him, sipping from his beer every so often and checking his phone for calls or texts or whatever the fuck else would be going on.
❛ Y’know Barbas was a demon, right Asshole, me putting a bullet in him is like putting a bullet in a fucking tyrant. ❜ He only has a moment before his phone is slapped out of his hand and falls to the ground, Dante looks at him and scowls. Now this ASSHOLE had damaged his property, he’d spent the last of Dante’s patience, very carefully, Dante makes like he is going to take another sip from his beer, but instead of raising it to his lips, He smashes the bottle over the Man’s head and grabs him by the front of his shirt, slamming his forehead into his nose, kicks him away. he’d been itching for a fight. He wipes the back of his hand over his nose, staring down at the man.
❛ Get up, c’mon I ain’t got all day. ❜ The Bartender had been watching from behind his station, though right now Dante’s only focus was on kicking this asshole’s teeth in.
[∞] —— There were very few rules in the Gates of Hell. After all, it had a reputation to keep as a hive of scum and villainy, for demon and human alike can have a beer and shoot the shit in peace. The kid just broke one of those unspoken rules. Don’t make a mess in his bar. He could care less if the two beat each other to death but messing with his shit with broken glass and blood was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
In the next instant when the man got back up with a broken nose and small minded rage, The bartender caught his fist he was aiming at the kid. A quickened jerk of the bartender hand dislodged the perpetrator’s arm out of his socket, causing him to yell in pain. It was the lightest touch he could manage without killing him out right. To a good amount of the people watching, they could barely keep up with his movements but he knew the kid’s eyes were sharp enough to see the strength and tactics on display. It was a show of force. To show the kid he wasn’t no Mundus. He was on a completely different spectrum.
“I think you had enough.” That infamous smooth baritone escaped his lips as he let go, allowing the sleeper’s arm to drop as the true agony set in, running out of the front door. He may of wanted a piece of Dante but he didn’t want none of the man that could nonchalantly dislocate. With the man gone, his attention turned to the boy who ‘saved’ the world, slight glowing red eyes behind his sunglasses. “Yo. You better clean up that mess you made in my bar. Broom and dustpan is next to the bathroom.” He didn’t want to kick him out too but he wasn’t going to let him off the hook either. If he was going to beat someone in his space, he better be prepared to clean until he saw his face in the shining floor.
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