#montehue

(Dante, Zhalia, Montehue and Scarlet are having a double date/night out drinking to catch up. Somehow the topic gets to bedroom incidents that never really quite worked out.)

Dante: *puts down beer* I’ve got one.

Montehue: Go for it. 

Zhalia: …this had better not be–

Dante: So, this one time I thought it would be interesting to try out the old fashioned handcuffs gig.

Zhalia: *Slowly lowers head to table and has hair gently petted by a very drunk Scarlet* Not this again.

Dante: So, being the awesome girlfriend, Zhalia agrees to be the first one to try them on. 

Zhalia: *muffled* I said I was sorry.

Dante: And every time I turn around she’s managed to either pick the lock on them with anything nearby or dislocated her damn thumb and just sheepishly hands them back to me and tells me to try again.

Zhalia: *whacking head on table* It’s instinct! I’m a spy! Getting out of handcuffs is what we do!

Montehue: So...didn’t you try putting them on Mister Number One Seeker here, lass?

Zhalia: *looks up* Well...now that you mention it, no, we didn’t.

Dante: ...

Dante: Oh dear gods, what have you done. Don’t give her ideas, Monty, she’s good enough at working me over as it is.