(This section of the Pride Ring was getting loud tonight. It was a concert of some heavy metal band, and many people were coming just to indulge in the songs, the other people attending, and numerous substances. Gerard was one of those. Slipping on her jacket with a smirk, she prepared for a long, debaucherous night.)

(It's felt like days with how much time-dilation from the drugs and alcohol she's had so far, but, man, if it didn't make her feel so good. For once, she truly forgot about her long-lost sister. Finally, she was motivated to be as free as she always wanted. In a perpetual state of head-banging, she would love every second of the party until its eventual conclusion.)

(Getting ready to leave, something catches her eye. She can't tell if she's still high or drunk off of at least three different things, but there's so much familiarity in what she sees. Her eyes squint as she looks at you, subconsciously walking over.)

"Dante? As in, y'know, the Legendary Devil Hunter?"

(She chuckled as she approached, entirely unsure as to whether she was actually meeting the Dante or not. She tried to tackle down the urge to seem overly excited at the prospect, but she was hoping so badly that her eyes weren't deceiving her.)