[center][color=6ecff6][h3]Dallas Relo[/h3][/color]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Relo? Is it me you're looking for?
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Rozalia Éathliel [@MiddleEarthRoze], Oscar the Grouchette [@Kaithas][/center]

Dallas wasn't overly concerned by Tara and Roze using him as a buffer; if Tara was gonna swing on her, she wouldn't have wasted time snarking - Dallas himself was a special case - and gotten right to stepping up. From what he saw of Roze, the younger girl was too [s]busy eye-fucking him[/s] level headed to let herself get baited by the notoriously bait-throwing daughter of Ares. This pretty much came with the territory of knowing Tara. It wasn't what had made Dallas' gaze start to smolder angrily, or shrug off his jacket and place it on the table underneath his elbows to give his arms some mobility in case swings started getting thrown.

His gaze was still on the void left behind by Zeke. Clarissa Price had only been a must-invite because of Zeke, and personally to Dallas there wasn't much there but a cute, vapid bitch, pretty much the human equivalent of a penny. It cost a fuck of a lot more to get in her in your hand than she was actually worth at the end of the day. But Dallas didn't really know her and Zeke seemed really interested, so yeah, sure, swinging an invite for Clarissa and her brother wasn't the end of the planet or anything. The no-sisters rule, on the other hand, had been pretty strictly agreed on before going into this, and the second that Zeke's sister - kind of a babe, but also a major tightass, if Zeke was to be believed - stormed in and locked on to Clarissa, the son of Apollo had the fiery feeling that he was about to watch some Hiroshima shit go down in what would have otherwise been a perfectly fine living room, devoid of holes in the floor or ceiling.

This is where a bouncer would have come in handy.

[color=6ecff6][i]Does Zeke know about this?[/i] [/color]There's no way Zeke would know about this. He'd be fucking [i]livid.[/i] He'd storm right into the apartment and--

...

[color=6ecff6][i]Oh, fuck's sake.[/i][/color]

That's all he needed. Menopause and Manopause, twins of the sky god, trapped in his apartment with a shitload of anger issues. If that came to pass, he wouldn't just have a ruined living room, he might be homeless. He'd spend the whole first semester living out of a Mazda Miata and showering with a fire hydrant, like he lived in fucking Little Italy. Yeah, no. That wasn't about to fly.

And then, just as Dallas leaned forward to jump the counter and step in front of the suicidal demigod who had been trapped in a figure-four lip lock with Clarissa, Stella left. Just like that. Dallas' muscles almost visibly uncoiled, and his eyes looked more like eyes and less like blue bonfires. 

[color=6ecff6]"Au revoir!"[/color] Dallas muttered after her, taking a drink of his beer and spinning his medallion around an index finger quickly. [color=6ecff6]"Good luck trying to make fetch happen!"[/color]

This place was gonna give him high blood pressure one day.