[Oh, now this is a room he could get used to, his umbrella cast aside at the door as he goes to throw himself across the seating. He sprawls and stretches as he tries to wriggle in a Cass shaped dip into the cushions, like he's already settling in for the night.]
I'm not even gonna pretend I got a clue what you're goin' on about half the time. You're a strange lad.
Mate, in this world, every feckin' thing is hard to understand. I rather just let shite happen and see where it takes me, makes life a whole lot easier.
[There's not exactly much "decent" in that bag, but there's a selection of whiskey, rum, vodka and brandy (plus perhaps a few others) for choosing. There's one bottle in there that looks like it might be worth something; a thirteen year Irish whiskey, but considering everything else it's alongside, it was probably stolen borrowed from someone else. Cassidy can't afford expensive alcohol with his usual drinking pace.]
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I'm not even gonna pretend I got a clue what you're goin' on about half the time. You're a strange lad.
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The simple stuff's harder to understand than the complicated stuff, huh.
[He claims the seat beside Cassidy and sets down the bag to rifle through it for a decent bottle.]
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[There's not exactly much "decent" in that bag, but there's a selection of whiskey, rum, vodka and brandy (plus perhaps a few others) for choosing. There's one bottle in there that looks like it might be worth something; a thirteen year Irish whiskey, but considering everything else it's alongside, it was probably
stolenborrowed from someone else. Cassidy can't afford expensive alcohol with his usual drinking pace.]