An Obsession: Dante

[rachee]

Natasha was clad in stylish muggle clothing, the best of her wardrobe. On most occasions she would have just fumbled for anything semi-appropriate to wear but seeing as the meeting was only casual to her, she didn’t mind going all out. She had requested that Dante meet her at a quarter to seven but he seemed to be running rather late. It wasn't in her character to allow such indecencies, but for him, she would wait. She sat impatiently at a table hidden in the corner and tapped her foot. The drink she asked for was late as well, she realized. When they finally set it down at her table she wrapped it greedily in her clutches and... well, "bottoms up."

There was nothing innocent, or even professional behind Natasha’s invitation. She intended to make her sole purpose of the evening to get her co-worker into bed, and then break his heart like she always did. So far she had been unsuccessful with the young man. He appeared to have no problem resisting the temptations of her lustful behavior.

After waiting for less than fifteen minutes Natasha felt inclined to leave the Leaky Cauldron, and make her way back home in defeat. She hadn’t come all the way there just to leave without her needs being pleased though, so she held her seat rather anxiously, glaring at the other customers. She waved at the bartender to bring her another drink. After it had taken so long for him to deliver the last one she ordered, she figured he owed her a speedy delivery. “And make it quick!” It was satisfying sometimes, to see that her behavior struck fear in another’s eyes.

[aems3]

An invitation had come by mail, one that bid him to a meeting at the Leaky Cauldron. No other information had been provided, no other information was ever needed. An owl could be intercepted. The mafia knew all of the members, and when one was bid, no matter the status of the other (if it was lower or not)... one came. Natasha however, Dante was tempted to make her a whole other case. She had been persistent in many of her endeavors, and he always had been forced to push her away. He crumpled the note in his hand and waved the owl away. He would send back no response. Taking out his wand, he jabbed at the parchment and it was enclosed in flames, destroying any evidence as he always did. No evidence could be left. It was for that reason his status in the group continued to rise... But his refusal and no-show to the woman with so many connections... It was one thing that held him back.

He didn't bother changing, instead, apparated straight to the doors of the leaky cauldron, clad in black as was the norm when he was on business. He hoped that, for once this would be good. He nodded silently to the man at the door, no words needed to strike a need for urgency in the man. He shuffled quickly in front of him, leading him to a back corner where she sat, consuming the liquor in front of her. He gazed down at her choice of clothing, and said nothing as he sat down. Preferring the option of threatening silence, that scared everyone but the woman in front of him to scurry away. He watched as the little man scuttled away quickly, and returned his eyes to the one who had bid him here. An eyebrow silently raised was all he needed to send across the table, the question plainly in the air, as he beckoned the bartender over, a strong drink placed in front of him. He settled back and waited, grasping the glass, but not bringing it to his lips. He wanted information, and the terms of the meeting, before he even contemplated drinking a sip of the liquid placed in front of him. He remained silent, and stared her down.

[rachee]

He resisted so easily, Natasha couldn’t help but smile. The raised eyebrow hinted he had taken notice of her outfit and whether positive or not, she appreciated the look. “Please do make yourself comfortable, Dante.” His name rolled off her tongue. Despite his choice to appear so professional in appearances she was attracted like a moth to a tantalizing flame. Dante’s eyes pulled her in. He was a tease, or so she thought. The need to be serious seemed so pointless in her mind. “So how have you been these days?” She would let it appear that her intentions were casual, but innocence was something Natasha lacked. She drew a sip of her whiskey and let it slide down like poison in her throat. “Would you care for anything stronger to drink?” If not, well then, he didn’t know what he was missing.

Over the months that she had known him, Dante’s attempts to push Natasha away had only become more and more unsuccessful. She had a tendency to persist beyond the wants or needs of others; to push their buttons until they relapsed. As she glanced over his brooding appearances before her, a sudden chill came over Natasha. If for just a moment, she considered the fact that he might not want to be with her. It only seemed fit to give him what he had come for.

“Well, of course there is a rather important reason I requested your presence here darling.” She waved her hand about aimlessly. The alchohol was starting to get to her. “I’ve got a job that needs to be done. My uncle is allowing me to do it on my own, but I would like very much if you came along.” The next part was just for better convincing, “For protection.” How could anyone say no to that?

[aems3]

He shook his head silently, shooting down the chance of her getting him drunk. The idea of being drunk on a job was a disgusting prospect, one he did not plan on partaking in, no matter who he was working for or how simple the job was. He sipped his own drink, keeping his eyes on her and his senses listening around them. He stared at her and the drink in front of her, if his boss's daughter was drunk... he was in trouble. Theoretically he had to do anything she ordered him to, if it was on his boss's orders. There was always the small chance he HAD actually told her to pass on the orders, but then, that always depended on how outrageous the order was.

He frowned at her as the 'like very much' part slipped past her lips, making the job sound more like one of her many pleasure cruises to try and catch him in her net. But protection and attack were both his key's, his talents that were often called upon by her family, and, on occasion, her. 'For protection.' He was forced to nod. "What's the job?" He felt like he had just sold himself to a female version of the devil, freedom gone, and all pleasantries of the night faded away. He was left one legal move that his boss could not fire him for. "I cant go until I know all the info, so you better start speaking." He looked briefly over his shoulder, glancing around and making sure there were no unwanted ears, with a small flick of his wand he cast a silencing charm around them, making it the safest possible for her to spill EVERYTHING. "Spill."