"Where the hell did you get that name?" Scratching his crow nest of a hair, John walked over to the bar and sat down, placing a bag on the counter.
"I'm guessing you have an update for me, seeing how you bothered to show up."
Dante gestured with his glass and Lissa came soon after, bringing a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses.
"Believe me when I say I never wanted to come here again." John heaved a sigh. "My boss got it in his head that we get along pretty well, so he just dropped this on me."
"Sucks for you."
"It sure does."
Downing a shot of the clear liquid, John slammed the glass on the counter and went to pour himself another one.
"Seems like you're having trouble of your own." He said. "Did you expect your boss to pick a fight with Gaia?"
"Not really." Dante replied. "I don't get a heads up."
Messing with the megacorp was a spur of the moment thing, so it wasn't exactly a lie to say he didn't know beforehand.
