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"Right away Ma'am." Walter said with a smile. "How about a Alice in Wonderland. Southern comfort, Grand Marnier, and some Armaretto to boot. It goes down smooth as a babies bottom and its all alcohol." Walter said as he made the drink in a nice high ball glass and handed it to the woman.

"Put that on my tab Walter, and ill have a old fashioned if you will." Vlad grinned before he turned back to Mitsuke. He took her hand and kissed the back of it. "Let me help you get into the mood a bit more my dear." Vlad said as he moved behind the girl. His fingers trailed up the skin on her arm and to her shoulder.

Placing both hands on Mitsuke's shoulders, Vlad started giving his own version of a massage. Only unlike Dante's it was much more skilled, a bit harder and he always seemed to work out those tense knots in no time.

Of course he was ignoring Bela, as beautiful as she was, and as much as Vlad loved a challenge. Tonight he wasnt out for one, and there was a difference between being a b***h and being a challenge.

"Of course my creamy skinned goddess." Vlad said in a sensual purr. He downed his own drink, paid for the drinks and took Mitsuke's hand in his. Pulling the girl gently to her feet, Vlad slipped his arm around the girls small waist.

"Goodnight Walter. Take care of my brother will you?" Vlad said with a grin before he looked back to Dante, still in drag of course and looking not so happy as he was before.

"Shall we then?" Vlad said to Mitsuke with a smile as he led her out of the bar.

Pip knocked on the door of his own place of work before he poked his orange haired head in and looked around with his only good eye. When he spotted Alice, a blush spread across Pip's cheeks and nose. He stepped inside with a bag in one hand. "Bonjour Mademoiselle." He smiled gently, he had to be careful tonight. And hope to God that Bela or Keith didnt crash their little date. The Mercenary didnt want Alice to loose her business just because of some stupid crush he had on her. Yes, Keith and Bela's words still stuck with the Frenchman. But being the hopeless romantic he was, he was still going to go through with the date.

"Ah i brought some t'ings for t'e dinner. I didnt know if you 'ad anyt'ing or not." Pip said gently as he shut the door behind him and approached Alice. A goofy smile replaced his gentle one when he got closer to the one eyed woman and saw more clearly, what she was wearing.

Pip set the bag he had on the bar counter and took Alice's hand in his. He bent slightly and brought her hand to his lips, where he kissed the back of it in greeting. "You look lovely Mademoiselle."

"Merci, Mademoiselle." Pip said with a light blush to the compliment she had given him. "Of course. You stay t'ere Mademoiselle. I will take care of eet all." Pip said confidently as he grabbed his bag of stuff and headed to the 'kitchen' area of the Grindhouse.

Pip pulled out the ingredients for the dinner, all fresh and wonderful smelling. He also pulled out some fine wine he had brought from overseas long ago. And to top it all off. The lean muscled Frenchman, who knew how to kill someone better than he could cook, whipped out a step by step reciepe on how to make the dinner. He he was no fool! And if Alice should see it.. then.. well least he was taking precautions! He didnt want to kill the girl with bad food!

Pip got busy cooking, once he took his suit coat off and rolled up his sleeves. Washing of hands and grabbing a few utensils that the House had, Pip got to work. Soon the smell of delicious food cooking filled the room. Along with.. singing? Yes Pip, happy as a tadpole was singing something in French. It was soft at first but started to get louder as things started to sizzle and cook.. and almost burn.
"Ah! No! Dont do t'at! To 'igh! To 'igh!" Pip panicked momentarily as a burger and a few hotdogs where set aflame. He turned down the heat and tried smoothering the flames with the spatula.

Pip hung his head when Alice had to come in and extinguish part of the meal. Least he had brought alot of food. For just such a incident. "Oui Mademoiselle. Maybe i could use a little 'elp. Sorry. I ah.. i cant.. cook... well." Pip said as he looked to her, like an injured pup who was about to be hit. "Most of t'em survived at least." He said as he pointed to the others with the spatula he had. "You dont 'ave to eat t'em if you dont want to Mademoiselle. I am sorry." Pip frowned as he turned to Alice, head still down. "I tried to 'ave Integra teach me 'ow to cook. I guess it didnt work." Pip said as he cheered up suddenly and laughed nervously while rubbing the back of his neck. "I am 'opeless in t'e kitchen."

"T'at i can take care of!" Pip smiled as he grabbed to wine glasses and the bottle of wine he had brought. He popped off the cork, without it going on a deadly mission of flying through the air. And only a little bit fizzed over and onto the counter top. Pip wiped that up quick enough and poured the wine into the glasses at an angle. A true wine conosuieer only did that.

"Let eet breath for a bit before you drink it t'ough Mademoiselle." Pip said gently as he set down the drinks at the little area they were going to dine at. (one of the house's tables im assuming?) Pip left the wine on the table, and went to help Alice with the dinner they had made. Well that he had burned and she had salvaged. But still! They made it together!

Once the two were seated and had everything they needed, that Pip ran to get, Pip tried a bit of the wine. "Eets from France. I 'ope you like eet." Pip said with a smile. It was a old vintage red wine, expensive too. Honestly he probably shouldnt have opened it. His men had given it to him for his birthday one year and had kept it ever since. But for a lady, of course Pip would crack it open. Especially for someone like Alice.

"Mon Dieu. Sorry again Mademoiselle. I will stick to 'aving someone else cook t'e dinner next time." Pip said with a smile of embaressment. "I am glad t'e wine is good t'ough. My Geese gave eet to me for my birt'day. T'ey all pitched in toget'er." Pip said before he frowned lightly and set down his food that he had been preparing to bite into.

"I miss t'em." Pip said to himself before he shook his head and started eating. "So.." Pip said after he finished a hamburger. He ate fast, out of habit. Like most military men do. .".. Mademoiselle. You know a bit about me.. what about you?" Pip asked gently.