Yup, that it is. Best to enjoy what you got while you've got it, lad. The past is never quite what you remember it to be and the future never goes how y'want, but the here and now, that's where the good shite is.
[With a sniff and a nose wriggle, he's starting to fish for more coke, because apparently the last lot, the entire bag of unnamed pills and the half bottle of whiskey aren't quite enough yet. He's a really expensive night out, Tate should be hella grateful he was smart enough to have Cassidy buying drinks.]
[Another line cut and another noisy snort washed down with several gulps of whiskey. It's a reasonable excuse as to why he takes a while to get to Tate's question.]
Huh, yeah, that's about it. Sometimes I hang out with twinks at gay bars too. What more is there to do, lad?
Not much of a worker, I'll be honest. Lifestyle don't suit me. I got other methods of gettin' money.
[Although! He clicks his fingers as if he's only just remembering something]
But I did just get me first salary job at a law firm! Secretary. Pretty fancy, eh?
[Somewhere between the coke sniffing and booze swigging, he's puffing out his chest and doing his very best to look like an upstanding citizen in a vague attempt to persuade Tate he's totally deserving of the job he got.]
Mate, brilliant pay for what it is. And look, truth be told I may not look it but I'm a bit of a bloody idiot meself, so watch yourself with that sorta name callin'.
[He totally looks it. Looks, sounds and acts like an idiot, so probably is an idiot.]
Usually though, without this fancy job shite, I just make friends with rich folks, like. Plus some fellas will do anythin' for a quick one, and there's plenty of lonely ladies after that and a keen ear.
[It's hard not to grin slyly as Tate observes the money from his pocket. It sure is scrunched up and old, it could have come from anywhere.]
Just be careful with it, lad. You ever get into any of that shite, you gotta make sure you either trust the folk with the money, or know you can keep yourself safe. There's some truly sick fucks out there.
[When you're an immortal vampire with a good amount of strength, encountering weirdos like that becomes far less of an issue. Anyone who tries any creepy shit with him is likely to get their throat ripped out.]
[He leans in towards the bottle to try and catch a better look, squinting with vague suspicion like he's half expecting to catch the magic behind it. He hates magicians, but with all the super powers about, he's fairly convinced this is the real deal.
Once satisfied he straightens up again, chewing on his lip pensively.]
I been in plenty of fucked up trouble meself, man. Woke up in morgues more than enough times, shot, stabbed, drowned, chainsawed, burnt, uuuh, limbs blown off. [He starts counting the off on his fingers.] Cut into pieces; that's a new one, uh, fell out of a plane although that was technically me own doin'. Christ, there's a lot of it, and half of that was while doin' favours, if y'catch my drift.
[While he's not entire supportive of eagerness about him being attacked with shit like chainsaws, it outweighs his general fondness for affection, especially now that he's got a selection of drugs and a suitable amount of drink in him.]
Actually no, this place has been way more forgivin', all things considered. I mean aside from a bit of a drillin' incident. Still time, I suppose, eh? How 'bout you, lad, been through the wars much? I reckon that power of yours keep you outta plenty of trouble.
[Cassidy's never technically died, but he can relate to all the times he should have died and how un-fun they were. Some more than others, but it's rarely worth the pain and heal time.]
That I do. Fellas like me recover from pretty much anythin', was like it back home too. Just one of me many talents.
[Omitting the truth is totally not lying, it's just being forgetful, Cassidy does it all the time, while over sharing other facts.]
Vampires, mate, keep up.
[It's got to the point that Cassidy can't even remember who's meant to know this fact and not. The twitchy, brain squeeze of coke, pills and whiskey isn't really helping his memory either.]
Yeah, I get that a lot. Apparently stereotypes aren't always accurate, whoda thought, eh?
[Literally, he gets it all the time. And all the other usual vampire questions too. Still, questions are way better than constant vampire hunters trying to murder you, so this place is already a step up.]
[Even though this is a question he's been asked a hundred times before, he tries not to sound too bored by it. But he is there leaning his weight sideways onto the bar as he lazily counts on his fingers.]
It's all shite. Garlic, stakes, crosses, holy water, reflections, bein' invited in, this creepy obsession with virgins, all of it. Only truth is sunlight and blood, that's it.
[Normally, even an oversharer like Cass might be a bit more delicate about discussing all the blood drinking with relative strangers, but them druggies got him chatty.]
I reckon not, usually it don't get to that though. It's a want, y'know? A need. Longer we go without it, the more we want it. Same as puttin' food in front of a starvin' man, eventually he's gonna eat it.
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[With a sniff and a nose wriggle, he's starting to fish for more coke, because apparently the last lot, the entire bag of unnamed pills and the half bottle of whiskey aren't quite enough yet. He's a really expensive night out, Tate should be hella grateful he was smart enough to have Cassidy buying drinks.]
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Huh, yeah, that's about it. Sometimes I hang out with twinks at gay bars too. What more is there to do, lad?
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[Although! He clicks his fingers as if he's only just remembering something]
But I did just get me first salary job at a law firm! Secretary. Pretty fancy, eh?
[Somewhere between the coke sniffing and booze swigging, he's puffing out his chest and doing his very best to look like an upstanding citizen in a vague attempt to persuade Tate he's totally deserving of the job he got.]
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[He totally looks it. Looks, sounds and acts like an idiot, so probably is an idiot.]
Usually though, without this fancy job shite, I just make friends with rich folks, like. Plus some fellas will do anythin' for a quick one, and there's plenty of lonely ladies after that and a keen ear.
[So basically he's a professional money leech.]
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Just be careful with it, lad. You ever get into any of that shite, you gotta make sure you either trust the folk with the money, or know you can keep yourself safe. There's some truly sick fucks out there.
[When you're an immortal vampire with a good amount of strength, encountering weirdos like that becomes far less of an issue. Anyone who tries any creepy shit with him is likely to get their throat ripped out.]
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[He leans in towards the bottle to try and catch a better look, squinting with vague suspicion like he's half expecting to catch the magic behind it. He hates magicians, but with all the super powers about, he's fairly convinced this is the real deal.
Once satisfied he straightens up again, chewing on his lip pensively.]
I been in plenty of fucked up trouble meself, man. Woke up in morgues more than enough times, shot, stabbed, drowned, chainsawed, burnt, uuuh, limbs blown off. [He starts counting the off on his fingers.] Cut into pieces; that's a new one, uh, fell out of a plane although that was technically me own doin'. Christ, there's a lot of it, and half of that was while doin' favours, if y'catch my drift.
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Actually no, this place has been way more forgivin', all things considered. I mean aside from a bit of a drillin' incident. Still time, I suppose, eh? How 'bout you, lad, been through the wars much? I reckon that power of yours keep you outta plenty of trouble.
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That I do. Fellas like me recover from pretty much anythin', was like it back home too. Just one of me many talents.
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Vampires, mate, keep up.
[It's got to the point that Cassidy can't even remember who's meant to know this fact and not. The twitchy, brain squeeze of coke, pills and whiskey isn't really helping his memory either.]
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[Literally, he gets it all the time. And all the other usual vampire questions too. Still, questions are way better than constant vampire hunters trying to murder you, so this place is already a step up.]
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It's all shite. Garlic, stakes, crosses, holy water, reflections, bein' invited in, this creepy obsession with virgins, all of it. Only truth is sunlight and blood, that's it.
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[Normally, even an oversharer like Cass might be a bit more delicate about discussing all the blood drinking with relative strangers, but them druggies got him chatty.]
I reckon not, usually it don't get to that though. It's a want, y'know? A need. Longer we go without it, the more we want it. Same as puttin' food in front of a starvin' man, eventually he's gonna eat it.
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[Looks like Tate might have touched on a bit of a nerve there.]
I'm a vampire, alright?! I'm not a feckin' cannibal.
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