[Well it's money and the fact lemonade in the UK is more lemon flavored soda rather than the sweet nectar of the gods in the US. Seriously no one would ever be willing to pay $10 for that.
He'll take the cup with his good hand, but doesn't take a drink out of it. Instead he's too busy grinning at the idea of getting to hit Dante. Completely worth the cost.]
Alright, here goes!
[And if Dante thinks he's not going to hold back? Well, he's completely right. While his good hand holds his cup, he decides to try out his slapping moves with that weird arm of his- and slaps Dante hard across the face.
Good news? Noah's still not strong or mobile enough in that arm to break any of Dante's bones. His beautiful face is preserved.
Bad news? It's still hits pretty hard and feels like he's getting hit more by a lead bat than a normal hand.]
[What the fuck Noah the prompt said slap, not concuss with a blunt weapon! Dante swears as the hit connects, but he's definitely letting his body move with the hit, letting the momentum of that blow move him as much as he can rather than taking it all into him.
It still hurts like a motherfucker, though. He's definitely gonna have a mark coming up on his cheekbone from that one later...
It'll take a moment before Dante straightens back up to face Noah. Any sooner and he'd be tempted to verbally tear him a new one! But as it is, Dante doesn't look impressed. It's not that he'd expected Noah to hold back, but...]
You know, I'm pretty sure using that club of yours is cheating. The square said to slap someone, not concuss them.
It's a hand, not a club, and you're not gonna get a concussion. Should've specified if you wanted a light slaps.
[Did he cross a line? Possibly. Was it immature and petty? Definitely. But he can't deny it did feel good too. Not exactly the violence part, but getting one over on Dante - that is what made it feel good.
Good enough he'll even take a sip of that lemonade. Then...quickly pull the cup from his mouth as he coughs what he just drank, effectively killing any suave gesture he thought he had going.
This does not taste anything like he thought it would. ]
[He's not going to argue the point, if only because continuing to do so would make him look like a pansy--and that's not an acceptable outcome. So instead, Dante scowls to himself--at least until Noah takes a sip of that lemonade.
Okay, that reaction makes up for it a little bit. (Noah should probably watch his back for the next couple weeks though.)]
What, not enough salt for your liking? I thought you could provide your own instead.
No, it's not. It's lemons, sugar, and water. [Beat.] Well, actually, this is from concentrate so it's a tube of frozen lemon juice and sugar mixed with water. Same deal.
Dante: Slap a ----
[Well it's money and the fact lemonade in the UK is more lemon flavored soda rather than the sweet nectar of the gods in the US. Seriously no one would ever be willing to pay $10 for that.
He'll take the cup with his good hand, but doesn't take a drink out of it. Instead he's too busy grinning at the idea of getting to hit Dante. Completely worth the cost.]
Alright, here goes!
[And if Dante thinks he's not going to hold back? Well, he's completely right. While his good hand holds his cup, he decides to try out his slapping moves with that weird arm of his- and slaps Dante hard across the face.
Good news? Noah's still not strong or mobile enough in that arm to break any of Dante's bones. His beautiful face is preserved.
Bad news? It's still hits pretty hard and feels like he's getting hit more by a lead bat than a normal hand.]
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It still hurts like a motherfucker, though. He's definitely gonna have a mark coming up on his cheekbone from that one later...
It'll take a moment before Dante straightens back up to face Noah. Any sooner and he'd be tempted to verbally tear him a new one! But as it is, Dante doesn't look impressed. It's not that he'd expected Noah to hold back, but...]
You know, I'm pretty sure using that club of yours is cheating. The square said to slap someone, not concuss them.
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[Did he cross a line? Possibly. Was it immature and petty? Definitely. But he can't deny it did feel good too. Not exactly the violence part, but getting one over on Dante - that is what made it feel good.
Good enough he'll even take a sip of that lemonade. Then...quickly pull the cup from his mouth as he coughs what he just drank, effectively killing any suave gesture he thought he had going.
This does not taste anything like he thought it would. ]
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Okay, that reaction makes up for it a little bit. (Noah should probably watch his back for the next couple weeks though.)]
What, not enough salt for your liking? I thought you could provide your own instead.
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He clears his throat, getting the rest down.]
No, it's ... flat?
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No, it's not. It's lemons, sugar, and water. [Beat.] Well, actually, this is from concentrate so it's a tube of frozen lemon juice and sugar mixed with water. Same deal.
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Ok. If you say so.
I should go. [He'll raise his cup in a toast] Thank you.
[And he's heading off!]
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Mark the calendars, folks, it's a red-letter day indeed.]
Yeah, see you later.
[What the hell was that?
...it still doesn't let him off the hook for that smack, though. Ow, but that still hurts!]