Dante "Inferno" Zaragoza - Death'll find you... (xolotl) wrote in repose,
Dante & Zee - Patio
The fact that Zee had been in Repose for however fucking long - and Dante had even been to Hugh’s mansion since the other woman arrived - and they still hadn’t met? Well, that was an absolute fucking travesty. In fact, it was downright rude to some degree. Yet, who knew, maybe Zee was a shy sort and hadn’t really wanted to meet anyone until now? Either way, that needed to be fixed, and tonight was the night for it. With that intent in mind - along with a wicked glint to get in on Hugh’s dirty laundry in only the way your closest friends can - Dante had gotten a little one-track-minded after an initial stroll around the house to see who was around. Maybe, possibly that quick tour around also helped her make sure that no one shady seemed to be creeping around too. There had to be something she was missing in the people around her and-- No, no that paranoia needed to stay in the backseat tonight. Dante had to drive and play normal and keep herself in line and her powers under control even though every second that passed was making that harder.
Right! Zee! Hugh’s friend who was probably totally not Spider…. Probably. Fuck.
Another sweet and sugary drink was lifted with a smile and a ‘Thanks!’ to Hugh's friend manning the kitchen before Dante would zero in on her target for the night: Zee.
Now. Where the hell had that woman gotten off to? It wasn’t hard to listen in for cues and clues and before long Dante had a fairly comfortable mental picture of the sort of person she was looking for. Plaid dress, brown hair, about the same height as Dante annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnndddddddd- Bam!
Target sighted on the patio.
Dante would land herself beside Zee - at an angle - from a hop and fingers played with the straw of her drink for a moment before she’d cant her head to one side with a sly grin.
“Zee, I presume?” A finger held in the air to indicate a requested pause. “Before you answer that, great dress,” A finger pointed up then down over Zee’s outfit. “Fab choice on the hair” the finger moved up to indicate the styling “and now that I’m done flattering you, feel free to tell me I’m right.” And there was a wink offered with the final words, her tone clearly infused with good-natured mirth as she moved the straw to take a sip of her drink.