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Dante scratched the counter as he was slapped on the back. His eyes flashed, and in an instant he was glared at Uriel. The ********...? He'd tensed up for that moment, but-- s**t. He was supposed to be enjoying himself. Enjoying himself. Enjoying himself could include beating the s**t out of this guy, couldn't it?
"Yeah..."
He laid the shot glass down, then used his hand to suport his head. Wasn't there something against mixing? And something against drinking red wine too fast? He sighed, shutting his eyes, easing himself down.
"What? Uriel? Named after an arch-angel?" He murmured, glancing to the black haired man.
She heard the blond's voice towards Uriel, and suddenly he felt nauseous. Could she be any more obvious? He glanced once to the red headed Fae, then pushed the shot glass towards her.
"Another..." He murmured.
"And... thanks."