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He was in shock when he was given a card. It was nice but he handed him the card back. "Thanks for the offer, but I can't take it. It really to much for me. Besides. If I got the chance to eat here everyday at anytime. It would ruined it. It wouldn't be all that special. As much as the offer is nice. I'm not going to take it." he told him as he takes the sake glass. "But I will take the sake. Thanks." he said as he takes the sake cup and takes a sip out of it. "Oh, wow. This is really good." he said with a smile. The was another reason behind why he wouldn't take it. He didn't want to be sucked into this rich life. He was happy with his life. Sure there were issues here and there. But that what makes life a little more interesting. From what he seems. The only issue for the rich were how uch to spend on clothes and cars. But he wasn't going to say that to his face. He thought that it would be totally rude.
He refilled his sake cup as he listens to Emery talk about himself. But as he listens he kept staring his his eyes. With the lighting in the room. They sparkled more then when they were driving. He could feel his pants were getting a little tighter. Which made his face turned a little red. But they loosen up and the blush vanished when he told him that he was married, but his wife passed away. "Oh. I'm sorry to hear that." he said. Taking a big gulp of the sake. Continuing to listen. "Now I know where I heard his name. I seen his father on the news a couple of times. alking about what they are making. But I wonder if he likes working there. Sometimes you need to do something you want to do then what people want you to do. But being a son to a man like him. I guess it's hard." he thought. Finishing another cup of sake.
The thing about Dante is that he's a heavy drinker, but his body was a light drinker. Meaning that he gets drunk a little to fast. His face was already a little pink and you can tell by the expression that he was a bit drunk. Nothing dangerous, but was getting there. "You know, you father doesn't sound like a nice person. Yelling to forget the person you once loved and just take over, just to never remember her. Man I glad he's not my father. I don't think I could get over, but it's not I like girls. They are loud, annoying and they only want guys for money, power and looks. But main point. Loosing someone forever is hard. It's not like an item. Where you brake it you can get something bigger and better. Once the person is gone. They're gone. I bet she loved your eyes as much as I do." he told him. Being a little buzzed. When he asked him about himself. He refilled his cup.
"Well...I mostly grew up alone. I don't really have a family. I have no mother or father. I don't have brothers or sisters. I grew up in a orphanage for awhile. But after so many failed interviews. One night I packed up and run off. I was a street kid. Doing things that I'm not really proud of. I don't want to talk about. When I was 14 I did have someone in my life, but he sadly passed away a few months later. Don't get me wrong. I actually enjoyed it. It was pretty fun, but as I got older. I knew that I had to get more serious. The landlord where I live now offered my a place to live. He even let me stay free of rent after awhile. But during those times were dark. I felt so worthless and useless. But after some time I got hired at La Duh and it's normal since." he told him. There was more to his tale, but he didn't want to tell him because he was afraid that he might hate him. With that, he finished his fourth glass of sake.
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