[ Vampires are new to him, but he's seen enough wild shit at this point to not be as blown away by the revelation as he might have been a few years back. It's the eighty nine years that he gets stuck on, because suddenly buying pills and showing up to their half-date kind of buzzed sounds a lot more depressing than it did a minute ago. Can't quite put a finger on why. ]
Werewolf. [ He shrugs. ] Born that way. Silver bullets aren't a thing. I don't know who thinks up this shit.
[ Derek thinks Cassidy calling him "fangy lad" seems somewhat lacking in self-awareness, but. Whatever. He nurses his drink. ]
Can't get drunk, though. Or high. Cells regenerate too fast, so. You'll have to get twice as wasted for me.
[While werewolves aren't something he's sure exist back home, he's seen more than enough media versions of them to have assumed as much. The not getting drunk thing is new to him though, and he's looking at Derek with a slightly incredulous stare, opening up a shoulder to better face him.]
At all? Ah, that's a bad deal, sorry to hear it, lad. Still, might be for the best if that party was anythin' to go by, eh? Can't have a wolf among the sheep every time he decides he wants a tipple.
[With his oversized bottle of rum delivered to him, Cass unscrews the cap and takes a few, large swigs from it, giving his new companion a thoughtful frown.] 'Least it makes you a cheap date.
Financially, maybe. Dates with me are still pretty taxing, emotionally speaking. What with all the ravenous bloodlust and unbidden transformations into Cujo.
[ He finishes his water and toys with the idea of getting offended by the wolf among the sheep comment, but. Can't get offended at something that correct. He rests his chin on his hand, looking at Cassidy, scrutinizing him. ]
Guess it explains why you're single. Probably gets hard to date when anyone you fall in love with is just gonna age and die. Or at least bail on you when you try to bake a cake out of their blood.
[Half mumbled as he automatically goes for the rum again, brows creasing together and nose scrunching in irritation as he sucks down half the bottle like it's water. Dereks' comment of everyone dying hit's far too personally for his liking, a negativity he's had to live with, and something he's stuck with. No matter how much he drinks, how many drugs he takes, or how positively he tries to look at life, he's always going to be stuck with the knowledge that he'll outlive everyone he knows and loves.
Fuck it, just change the subject and keep moving on. It's all he ever can do.]
I don't know what sort of shite you get up to in your spare time, Fenrir, but I've never baked a cake with anyone's blood. It's not like that. I'm a vampire not a bleedin' serial killer.
[ Derek's projecting, more than anything, so while he feels he might have touched a bit of a nerve with his last comment, it's not something he's wholly sure of - witnessing death, being shadowed by it but never touched himself, that's something he gets, and though he briefly considers pushing the conversation and apologizing if he stepped over any lines, Cass changes topics before he gets a chance. Hm. ]
Is this just going to be a thing between us? Lupin, Fenrir. Fangy lad. Just gonna be anything but Derek, huh?
[ He doesn't mind, exactly, but he looks pretty surly. Might just be the way his face naturally falls, honestly. Topic change. ]
But, so, okay - do you break into blood banks and go to town? Do you hunt for food? How does eating work for you, exactly?
[A vague nod at the first question, because Cassidy's just going to use whatever term of endearment he feels like at the time. It just shows he cares.]
I don't hunt for nothin' 'cept maybe the best drug deals. I eat food like normal folk, blood just helps me heal when I need it, no matter the source. I'm not about to go tearin' out throats when I got a perfectly easy source from blood bags and the occasional animal, know what I mean, man?
[He sounds genuine enough, even if he is glossing over certain cravings. Point is he can control himself and isn't a mass murdered, so he thinks he deserves some credit for that.]
'Sides, I'd rather be here suckin' down a bottle than suckin' on a neck.
[ Man, everyone he likes seems to make dog jokes. Derek can't tell what that says about him, but he rolls his eyes, pretending not to feel as fondly towards this piece of shit as he does. He listens, quiet, and it's good information to know. There was a time where he would have seen Cassidy as a threat to be taken care of, rather than someone who might understand what it's like to be judged based on what he is - it's nice, making a friend. If that's what's happening. ]
You kind of suck at being a vampire.
[ He gestures with his glass, pointing his finger at Cass. Just kinda indicating towards his whole deal. ]
Chasing drugs down with drinks. Mixing patterns instead of wearing fancy, monochromatic suits. Hanging out with someone like me instead of seducing virgin women in the Victorian era. Bet you don't even sleep in a coffin.
[He admits with a chuckle, head tilting slightly as he considers his werewolf buddy. Cassidy's not well versed in werewolves, but the whole black and leather theme, and grouchy demeanour seems to fit pretty well with what he's seen in media.]
Although I actually have slept in a coffin, recently like. I know a fella back home, proper vampire cliché shite; frilly cuffs, fifty languages, classic music and a coffin, y'know? Usually I'm just as comfortable with an old couch or bathroom floor though.
[But his vampire boyfriend bought that coffin for him and it was a cute gesture, okay, so he had to try it out. :(]
Actually, there's another fella a bit like him in this world too. I bet you he sleeps in a coffin.
[ Being grouchy and leather-clad is one thing, but Derek also used to be captain of the basketball team in highschool - Michael J Fox had a whole movie about that. Despite himself, Derek chuckles, falling more and more in love with this dude. It's kind of difficult not to like him, and that's a bit disarming, because it's always the charismatic people who end up screwing Derek over. He should put his guard back up, maybe cut this night short and go home already. ]
Feels kind of fake, now that I've met you. Like a vampire would only go total english nobleman if he was, like, embracing the opportunity to be pretentious. Or something.
[ Derek taps his fingernails on his glass, studying Cass in silence. Another vampire's around here, huh. ]
Are you guys... I mean. [ what's the equivalent of "pack" for vampires. ] Are you, uh... Are you in a... coven? With either of them? Wait, shit, that's witches.
[Derek achieves a genuine laugh from Cassidy, nose scrunched and snorting little laughs at basically every single word out of his mouth. This werewolf is a funny guy when he's not sitting with a stick up his ass, even if not all of it is intentionally amusing.]
Right?! Christ, it's pretentious as all shite.
[Pretentious, but he still unironically ends up loving the vampires he's met doing said act. It's strangely endearing to see such stereotypes embrace it with their strange levels of flamboyance.]
And nah, lad. We ain't like youse dogs. I mean, we got our little groups and shite, ones we can call in a pinch, but we do our own thing. Most times I've met fellas like me they've been alone. I'm not in a coven with any of them any more than you and I are right now. [Beat.] I think coven is right? Brood? Clan? Community? I don't feckin' know.
[ At first, Derek doesn't really know how to take Cassidy's laughter - people don't laugh, not with him, and his shoulders go straight, bristling with a shot of insecure anger. Cass just keeps laughing, though, and the more it goes on, the more he realizes it's just... genuinely good natured, and he lets himself relax again. He chuckles, even, quiet and kind of sheepish. Again - this is hard for him, but it feels really, really nice to maybe make a friend. ]
That sounds lonely.
[ If that's okay to say. He looks at Cassidy, searching him, then quickly presses on, just in case it wasn't. ]
[Somehow, in his depth of totally useless trivia knowledge, he's pretty sure that's the one for bats, and what else would vampire groups be, if not groups of bats?]
It's n-- [He's about to deny that it's lonely, wave it off as a totally normal thing, but the two of them are are here, mates sharing drinks and secrets.]
The immortality, mate. Gets to you eventually. Sometimes y'just gotta get away, find new folk and new places, see things y'wouldn't when stuck with the same oul crusty vampires.
Ants? Makes sense. You're spindly and big on biting. I can see it.
[ Or bats, too - that's a piece of trivia tucked away in the back of his head, too, but - seems kinda racist to make that comparison. He already feels like he's been low-key vampire racist tonight, sssso. He waves the bartender back over and orders something stronger than water, even though he knows it won't have any real effect on him. He briefly remembers they don't have a lot of money on them, so... they might... dine and dash by the end of the night, but. S'fine.
He listens to Cass talk and straightens out the napkin under his empty glass, reading between the lines as best as he can. He gets it, he thinks. To a degree. ]
I couldn't do that. Leave people I knew, if I had the choice not to. [ he gets his drink back and takes a sip, letting it settle on his tongue before he continues, bitterness seeping into his voice. ] But I think I get it. Outliving people takes its toll. Can't imagine you've had it easy.
[Mean! He is neither spindly nor big on biting, but he lets the joke slide because it's an amusing play on colony and he appreciates the reference. He also appreciates Derek finally going for something other than water, even if it doesn't make a difference, it just makes Cass feel like he's got an actual alcohol drinking buddy.]
Yeah. You meet plenty of interestin' folk though. I always find it best to keep movin', see as much as y'can.
[A true nomad with no real home to speak of, always on the move, always falling in and out of peoples lives as this unreliable but relatively entertaining character. He's not so good at making lasting connections.] You fellas really into all that pack malarkey?
[ Whatever softness in Derek is gone as he slips back into bristling like a defensive asshole. Such is Derek Hale. ]
It's not "malarkey", you dick.
[ Sore spot. He looks at Cassidy like he's something disgusting, then turns back to his drink, waving his hand dismissively through the air. Doesn't matter. This dude thrives on being alone, of course he wouldn't get it. ]
Pack makes us better. Stronger. It's-- fulfilling, to know that you have people who would lay down their lives for you. Being pack transcends being family or being in love, it's like - the people you're with are your arms and your legs. A part of you. When one of them hurts, you hurt with them.
[ He goes back to his drink. Life sure would be better if he could get wasted. ]
There's rules, a hierarchy. It's a whole thing. Wolves aren't meant to be alone.
[That bristling change sure is painfully noticeable, Cassidy watches it with a thoughtful little frown. Poor Derek doesn't seem all that great at taking any level of mocking, and yet Cass is all for mocking his pals at every opportunity he gets. Lesson learned, though. Don't call wolf stuff "malarkey" unless you want to make Derek sulk.]
I can't pretend to get it, mate. But... I do know things are better with others. Shite ain't worth experiencing unless you got someone to share it with, most times.
[A sniff. That's as much as he can really understand of the subject, especially when all his friends and family die of old age. Thanks. He can't imagine that level of reliance on others, but he thinks maybe it'd be kinda nice.]
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[ Vampires are new to him, but he's seen enough wild shit at this point to not be as blown away by the revelation as he might have been a few years back. It's the eighty nine years that he gets stuck on, because suddenly buying pills and showing up to their half-date kind of buzzed sounds a lot more depressing than it did a minute ago. Can't quite put a finger on why. ]
Werewolf. [ He shrugs. ] Born that way. Silver bullets aren't a thing. I don't know who thinks up this shit.
[ Derek thinks Cassidy calling him "fangy lad" seems somewhat lacking in self-awareness, but. Whatever. He nurses his drink. ]
Can't get drunk, though. Or high. Cells regenerate too fast, so. You'll have to get twice as wasted for me.
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[While werewolves aren't something he's sure exist back home, he's seen more than enough media versions of them to have assumed as much. The not getting drunk thing is new to him though, and he's looking at Derek with a slightly incredulous stare, opening up a shoulder to better face him.]
At all? Ah, that's a bad deal, sorry to hear it, lad. Still, might be for the best if that party was anythin' to go by, eh? Can't have a wolf among the sheep every time he decides he wants a tipple.
[With his oversized bottle of rum delivered to him, Cass unscrews the cap and takes a few, large swigs from it, giving his new companion a thoughtful frown.] 'Least it makes you a cheap date.
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[ He finishes his water and toys with the idea of getting offended by the wolf among the sheep comment, but. Can't get offended at something that correct. He rests his chin on his hand, looking at Cassidy, scrutinizing him. ]
Guess it explains why you're single. Probably gets hard to date when anyone you fall in love with is just gonna age and die. Or at least bail on you when you try to bake a cake out of their blood.
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[Half mumbled as he automatically goes for the rum again, brows creasing together and nose scrunching in irritation as he sucks down half the bottle like it's water. Dereks' comment of everyone dying hit's far too personally for his liking, a negativity he's had to live with, and something he's stuck with. No matter how much he drinks, how many drugs he takes, or how positively he tries to look at life, he's always going to be stuck with the knowledge that he'll outlive everyone he knows and loves.
Fuck it, just change the subject and keep moving on. It's all he ever can do.]
I don't know what sort of shite you get up to in your spare time, Fenrir, but I've never baked a cake with anyone's blood. It's not like that. I'm a vampire not a bleedin' serial killer.
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Is this just going to be a thing between us? Lupin, Fenrir. Fangy lad. Just gonna be anything but Derek, huh?
[ He doesn't mind, exactly, but he looks pretty surly. Might just be the way his face naturally falls, honestly. Topic change. ]
But, so, okay - do you break into blood banks and go to town? Do you hunt for food? How does eating work for you, exactly?
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I don't hunt for nothin' 'cept maybe the best drug deals. I eat food like normal folk, blood just helps me heal when I need it, no matter the source. I'm not about to go tearin' out throats when I got a perfectly easy source from blood bags and the occasional animal, know what I mean, man?
[He sounds genuine enough, even if he is glossing over certain cravings. Point is he can control himself and isn't a mass murdered, so he thinks he deserves some credit for that.]
'Sides, I'd rather be here suckin' down a bottle than suckin' on a neck.
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You kind of suck at being a vampire.
[ He gestures with his glass, pointing his finger at Cass. Just kinda indicating towards his whole deal. ]
Chasing drugs down with drinks. Mixing patterns instead of wearing fancy, monochromatic suits. Hanging out with someone like me instead of seducing virgin women in the Victorian era. Bet you don't even sleep in a coffin.
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[He admits with a chuckle, head tilting slightly as he considers his werewolf buddy. Cassidy's not well versed in werewolves, but the whole black and leather theme, and grouchy demeanour seems to fit pretty well with what he's seen in media.]
Although I actually have slept in a coffin, recently like. I know a fella back home, proper vampire cliché shite; frilly cuffs, fifty languages, classic music and a coffin, y'know? Usually I'm just as comfortable with an old couch or bathroom floor though.
[But his vampire boyfriend bought that coffin for him and it was a cute gesture, okay, so he had to try it out. :(]
Actually, there's another fella a bit like him in this world too. I bet you he sleeps in a coffin.
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Feels kind of fake, now that I've met you. Like a vampire would only go total english nobleman if he was, like, embracing the opportunity to be pretentious. Or something.
[ Derek taps his fingernails on his glass, studying Cass in silence. Another vampire's around here, huh. ]
Are you guys... I mean. [ what's the equivalent of "pack" for vampires. ] Are you, uh... Are you in a... coven? With either of them? Wait, shit, that's witches.
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Right?! Christ, it's pretentious as all shite.
[Pretentious, but he still unironically ends up loving the vampires he's met doing said act. It's strangely endearing to see such stereotypes embrace it with their strange levels of flamboyance.]
And nah, lad. We ain't like youse dogs. I mean, we got our little groups and shite, ones we can call in a pinch, but we do our own thing. Most times I've met fellas like me they've been alone. I'm not in a coven with any of them any more than you and I are right now. [Beat.] I think coven is right? Brood? Clan? Community? I don't feckin' know.
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That sounds lonely.
[ If that's okay to say. He looks at Cassidy, searching him, then quickly presses on, just in case it wasn't. ]
Brood is chickens.
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[Somehow, in his depth of totally useless trivia knowledge, he's pretty sure that's the one for bats, and what else would vampire groups be, if not groups of bats?]
It's n-- [He's about to deny that it's lonely, wave it off as a totally normal thing, but the two of them are are here, mates sharing drinks and secrets.]
The immortality, mate. Gets to you eventually. Sometimes y'just gotta get away, find new folk and new places, see things y'wouldn't when stuck with the same oul crusty vampires.
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[ Or bats, too - that's a piece of trivia tucked away in the back of his head, too, but - seems kinda racist to make that comparison. He already feels like he's been low-key vampire racist tonight, sssso. He waves the bartender back over and orders something stronger than water, even though he knows it won't have any real effect on him. He briefly remembers they don't have a lot of money on them, so... they might... dine and dash by the end of the night, but. S'fine.
He listens to Cass talk and straightens out the napkin under his empty glass, reading between the lines as best as he can. He gets it, he thinks. To a degree. ]
I couldn't do that. Leave people I knew, if I had the choice not to. [ he gets his drink back and takes a sip, letting it settle on his tongue before he continues, bitterness seeping into his voice. ] But I think I get it. Outliving people takes its toll. Can't imagine you've had it easy.
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Yeah. You meet plenty of interestin' folk though. I always find it best to keep movin', see as much as y'can.
[A true nomad with no real home to speak of, always on the move, always falling in and out of peoples lives as this unreliable but relatively entertaining character. He's not so good at making lasting connections.] You fellas really into all that pack malarkey?
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It's not "malarkey", you dick.
[ Sore spot. He looks at Cassidy like he's something disgusting, then turns back to his drink, waving his hand dismissively through the air. Doesn't matter. This dude thrives on being alone, of course he wouldn't get it. ]
Pack makes us better. Stronger. It's-- fulfilling, to know that you have people who would lay down their lives for you. Being pack transcends being family or being in love, it's like - the people you're with are your arms and your legs. A part of you. When one of them hurts, you hurt with them.
[ He goes back to his drink. Life sure would be better if he could get wasted. ]
There's rules, a hierarchy. It's a whole thing. Wolves aren't meant to be alone.
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I can't pretend to get it, mate. But... I do know things are better with others. Shite ain't worth experiencing unless you got someone to share it with, most times.
[A sniff. That's as much as he can really understand of the subject, especially when all his friends and family die of old age. Thanks. He can't imagine that level of reliance on others, but he thinks maybe it'd be kinda nice.]