Dante
Dante glanced back as seemingly crazed laughter rang out from the newcomer, glancing over at the barkeep as it stopped just as suddenly as it had started. To his surprise, the girl proceeded to sit down next to him at the bar, drop a wad of cash on the bar, and ask for strawberry sundaes, even saying she'd pay for his. While being indebted to Lady since he'd used her bike as an impromptu bludgeon had left him a mite suspicious of the charity of pretty ladies, he couldn't really say no. To his further surprise, the auburn-haired girl, having been turned down by the raven-haired girl, proposed a drinking contest, with all the drinks on her tab.
Well, isn't this just my lucky day. Sure, things will probably go south, so let's enjoy it while it lasts.
"Sure, I'm game," Dante said to the auburn-haired girl, "Just gonna have my sundae first."
With that, he turned to the girl who'd gone and paid for the sundaes.
"You probably shouldn't just scarf em down like that," Dante pointed out, "It would be a terrible thing to not be able to appreciate strawberry sundaes anymore."