#thread:dante01

Tap. Tap. Tap. The whirl of the vent resumed from its temporary pause, yet even still this guy’s bellowing carried to the other side of the room. Tap. Tap. Tap. Odie flicked their pen furiously against the table, switching between glowering directly at Dante and trying to finish the adjustments they were making to their 3D design. They were attempting to ignore the distraction to no avail. “Hey,” Odie finally called, gruffly. “I’ve been unwillingly subjected to the incessant rambling about yourself for the last fifteen minutes.” They let the observation hang in the air, then their face soured in irritation. “You mind giving it a fucking rest?” they grumbled, thankful for the momentary stunned silence.

Vodka sloshed against the glass as Rhia tipped the bottle over her head. A thin stream of liquor dripped from the side of her mouth, and she giggled manically as she handed the bottle to Dante. She smiled, leaning over his kitchen counter to stabilize herself. She couldn’t recall how long they’d been long in conversation, but between the two of them the liquor bottle was well on its way to being finished.