Note: I do not own Dante or Devil May Cry. They belong to Capcom.

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It came as a surprise to everyone. Few people had lived in the town before, and now with Dante's demon-slaying business there, Elenay City began to flood with people. It was as if his business had saved the town from becoming a wasteland. And surprisingly, there hadn't been many demon attacks since his return from Fortuna. But he didn't care. For once, Dante had time to just sit back and relax.

But to him, just sitting and relaxing was boring. He wanted excitement. He wanted action. And he wanted it now. The white haired man decided a night at the bar was desperately needed, since he hadn't been there in a while. But he didn’t want to go alone, he hated that. His hand reached for the phone and called Trish.

"Hello?" A woman’s voice said through the other line.

"Hey babe. You wanna hit the town tonight?" His tone was as cocky as ever.

"You know I can't, Dante. I told you this morning that I was handling that job over in the next town, remember?"

"Tch. Forgot about that.” His blue eyes shrunk to a slit. “Any idea if Lady’s available?"

“She took a job last night, so I doubt she’ll be back until tomorrow.”

“Damn,” Dante cussed in a low tone. “So what, I’m supposed to go out by myself?

"Do whatever you want. I have to go now, more demons are beginning to appear." And with that, the phone line went dead.

He hated this. He hated this a lot. Of everything he despised in this world, going to a bar or club by himself was what the demon slayer hated most. He usually went everywhere with either Lady, Trish, or even Nero. Having neither of the women around made him feel like the only loser. And he would’ve asked the kid, but Nero had a date with Kyrie. Then again, he'd rather be out of his office, alone or not. After taking a quick shower and throwing together an outfit, Dante studied himself in the mirror. Sexy as usual. He stepped out of Devil May Cry and hopped onto a motorcycle. Dante roared down the streets until his icy blue eyes caught sight of an interesting place. There were quite a few people were going inside. Bingo. There was his place, The Crimson Flame.

The demon slayer managed to get in the bar after waiting on a short line, and he immediately saw why a line had begun to form. This place was packed. Tons of men and women were here, enjoying a drink and the company of his friends. Yeah, THAT made him feel better. He headed straight for the bar and sat down on one of the stools, leaning back against the raised counter top.

"Gimme the best you've got," he told the bartender. He hadn’t gotten a little drunk in a good while. The person behind the counter nodded silently, grabbing the money being handed off by her customer. He felt her hand lightly brush against his, and it caused a small shiver to travel down his spine. The feeling made him turn around so he wouldn't be surprised again. But he did, staring at the bartender. She was a stunning one. Jet black hair slightly covered the woman's face, flipping out to the sides. Dante’s icy blue eyes caught sight of her eyes, which were a shocking light green. Her light skin stood out from underneath her dark clothes, which showed off all her curves. He’d seen hot women- hell, he worked with two- but he’d never seen one that sent chills all through his body. He watched as she flipped some bottles around, crushed some mint leaves and mixed them all together in a martini glass.

"There you go." Her voice was the one thing that was as seductive as her eyes. She set the glass down in front of Dante, who picked it up and sipped the soft green tinted liquid. The crushed mint leaf gave it a sweet kick, making a strange feeling travel down his throat. It almost had the same feeling as the woman's skin.

"That's a damn good drink," he commented, making her smile. "What do you call this thing, anyway?"

She began to put the bottles back on their proper shelves and started to prepare another drink. "That, my friend, is the one and only 'Sweet n' Sour' martini. Prepared and served only here." Her hand grabbed the now empty glass, but Dante's muscular hand stayed wrapped around it. She stared at their hands, then at his eyes. He wanted another round.

"Trust me, one's all you need for a single night." He looked at her, confused.

"Aw, come on, babe. This drink doesn't seem so sour to me." The woman behind the counter began to laugh a little.

"Oh, you'll see the sour side of it come tomorrow." The white haired man rolled his eyes, which made her laugh even more. He talked with her for about an hour more, then decided he'd hit the hay early. It wasn't like he'd get a customer anyways. His motorcycle roared to life and zoomed down the road, heading back to his shop.

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Dante's eyes slowly began to crack open, glimpsing at the rays of daylight. Had he overslept? Did Trish or Lady try to call him last night? And why the hell did his head ache so bad? He lazily rolled on the bed until his feet were planted on the floor. He was half awake, but fully aware that his favorite leather coat lay near the doorway, blood splattered all over it. It wasn't his blood. No, it reeked like demon's blood.

"Aggh..." The scent was strong, and it was making his headache worse. He couldn't figure out how the blood got onto his coat in the first place. "Let's see..." he wondered. "I went to the bar, had the drink that woman made me-" his cheeks slightly flushed when he thought about her seductive voice and eyes- "...Then I left the bar, and..." That was all he could remember from last night. Nothing else. She was right, whether he wanted to admit it or not. He'd felt the effects of the 'Sour' half from the drink. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing on the floor below. As he began to get dressed, he swore he heard the sound of footsteps in his office. A customer? He wouldn't know for sure until he saw for himself.

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Wootz~! First chapter's up! Chapter 2 coming soon. Tell me what you think.

~Inferno-chan