[Cassidy has no fucking clue what he's talking about, but he knows enough to realise crazy shit is happening all the time around here, as is losing loved ones due to shitty Porter decisions.]
Ah, lad, I'm sorry to hear it. Can't be easy to have her go like that.
[Well that was a quick enough switch around. At least he's moving on with his life?!]
Oh, yeah, that I am, thanks for askin'. Christ, I don't even have to pay for it most nights, I've never been to a place where people are so damn eager and so good lookin'.
[Which he sounds surprised about rather than self-satisfied. Cassidy doesn't exactly think too highly of himself most days.]
Sometimes it ain't that easy, and sometimes it's just nice to go the simple route. Payin' just means you know what you're gettin' and how long for. They know what you want, you know what they want, and after it's all done with, there's no awkward shite at the end of it all. It's not that I can't get it here-- although honestly with a mug like mine it's 50/50-- it's just sometimes I don't wanna get it here.
[Bluntness is pretty much Cassidy's speciality, especially when it comes to subjects that plenty of other folks would blanch at even approaching. You're in good company here, Tate.]
Never stop learnin', eh? Christ, I mean, there's plenty of other folk who'd be quick to disagree, but they're the sort to be lookin' down on hookers and the sorts. Me, I got nothin' wrong with such a noble service. They're offerin' an honest and safe environment for a small fee, and I tell ya, lad, they're some of the best damn carers and therapists you'll ever meet.
Cassidy can't help but give a snorting laugh at the question, but there's nothing malicious behind that amusement.]
Yeah, those too. Nothin' quite like a few whips and chains to really take yer mind off the useless shite. If pain ain't quite the thing you need, there's always just the control of it. Got an interest in them yourself, do ya?
Jaysus, they're advisin' for medicinal hookers now? Think I need to start seein' a therapist for that.
[Medicinal hookers that could go alongside his opiates and alcohol that are totally all medicinal too.]
Y'know, if you've not tried it before, lad, it's worth givin' it a go. Although if you've found yourself someone, might be worth an open talk with them about the whole thing, would it not?
You just got yourself a few hundred from me, lad, another deal or two more like that and that right there is a high quality night.
[Especially if you ask Cassidy for some cheap and easy contacts. He knows all the right sorts for this kinda shit.]
Or, if you do wanna ask this lay of yours about it, you just gotta be honest. I know it can feel a little embarrassin' for first timers, lad, but if y'can't trust them to at least hear you out, then yeh ain't with the right folk. You tell 'em outright that y'got somethin' that you're interested in trying out.
[He grins lightly around his drink, because oh boy he knows a thing or two about possessive relationships, even as a mostly poly hobag.]
Ah, gettin' serious 'tween you two, issit? Well then, lad, you got the perfect opportunity to get experimentin'. Leave out the therapy mention, that's a bit of a boner kill, but be honest 'bout your curiosity of this whole dom/sub shite. I reckon they'd be plenty interested in trying it out if it'll make you happy, just make sure you got some real clear rules beforehand, alright?
Payin' for it is straightforward when you don't already got yourself a significant other, lad. If you're still handin' over money to hookers solely 'cause you're too afraid to speak to your gentlefella-- [Beat.] or lady... then you're a straight up coward, or even worse, you're bein' dishonest with 'em.
[He's waving vaguely towards the bartender for another drink, gesturing to Tate in case he decides he does want to push that limit. Cass is only just getting started on his booze and drugs intake for the day.]
Thing about there being two of yeh, is that there's always gonna be a some compromise, there. So what if he ain't so into it, there's gonna be kinky shite he might like to try that you ain't so into. ... Or her.
No, no you don't, can't get outta this that easy, lad.
[Not that he can force Tate to stay, but he likes to cling on metaphorically when he can.]
This is good. This is the shite you gotta let out now, all that frustration and awkwardness, and go back to your man or woman with a clear head and a purpose to discuss this sorta stuff. C'mon, pretend I'm them and you're gonna ask me 'bout this interest in doms.
[He says the word like he's turning it over bit by bit, like it's the first time he's hearing it. Slowly his brows furrow downwards.]
No. I don't like that at all.
[Not quite offended but bordering on it.]
Wasn't tryna talk around anythin', who you do is your business, lad, and no one else's. Maybe you'd do well at rememberin' that next time you start up with that defensiveness.
[A roll of his eyes as he manages to down the rest of his current drink, and moves to stand as well.]
Hey! C'mon now. You asked me about this shite, I'm just tryna help you out here, lad. Now sit your arse down and have another drink with me, and we'll talk about whatever damn thing you want.
[And then half mumbled as he slowly lowers himself back onto the stool:] Christ, maybe next time we need to get you stoned instead, eh?
[Yeah, yeah, he gets it, Tate is a moody teen, how original Tate is with his huffy little sighs. Cass just does a fine job of ignoring the attitude, but the question is less easy to ignore. Shoulda seen that one coming.]
Enough... why?
[It's a weird thing to ask, but he assumes it may just be for the pure sake of edginess.]
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Ah, lad, I'm sorry to hear it. Can't be easy to have her go like that.
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Oh, yeah, that I am, thanks for askin'. Christ, I don't even have to pay for it most nights, I've never been to a place where people are so damn eager and so good lookin'.
[Which he sounds surprised about rather than self-satisfied. Cassidy doesn't exactly think too highly of himself most days.]
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[Bless this child.]
Sometimes it ain't that easy, and sometimes it's just nice to go the simple route. Payin' just means you know what you're gettin' and how long for. They know what you want, you know what they want, and after it's all done with, there's no awkward shite at the end of it all. It's not that I can't get it here-- although honestly with a mug like mine it's 50/50-- it's just sometimes I don't wanna get it here.
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Never stop learnin', eh? Christ, I mean, there's plenty of other folk who'd be quick to disagree, but they're the sort to be lookin' down on hookers and the sorts. Me, I got nothin' wrong with such a noble service. They're offerin' an honest and safe environment for a small fee, and I tell ya, lad, they're some of the best damn carers and therapists you'll ever meet.
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Cassidy can't help but give a snorting laugh at the question, but there's nothing malicious behind that amusement.]
Yeah, those too. Nothin' quite like a few whips and chains to really take yer mind off the useless shite. If pain ain't quite the thing you need, there's always just the control of it. Got an interest in them yourself, do ya?
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[Medicinal hookers that could go alongside his opiates and alcohol that are totally all medicinal too.]
Y'know, if you've not tried it before, lad, it's worth givin' it a go. Although if you've found yourself someone, might be worth an open talk with them about the whole thing, would it not?
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[Especially if you ask Cassidy for some cheap and easy contacts. He knows all the right sorts for this kinda shit.]
Or, if you do wanna ask this lay of yours about it, you just gotta be honest. I know it can feel a little embarrassin' for first timers, lad, but if y'can't trust them to at least hear you out, then yeh ain't with the right folk. You tell 'em outright that y'got somethin' that you're interested in trying out.
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Ah, gettin' serious 'tween you two, issit? Well then, lad, you got the perfect opportunity to get experimentin'. Leave out the therapy mention, that's a bit of a boner kill, but be honest 'bout your curiosity of this whole dom/sub shite. I reckon they'd be plenty interested in trying it out if it'll make you happy, just make sure you got some real clear rules beforehand, alright?
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[He's waving vaguely towards the bartender for another drink, gesturing to Tate in case he decides he does want to push that limit. Cass is only just getting started on his booze and drugs intake for the day.]
Thing about there being two of yeh, is that there's always gonna be a some compromise, there. So what if he ain't so into it, there's gonna be kinky shite he might like to try that you ain't so into. ... Or her.
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[Not that he can force Tate to stay, but he likes to cling on metaphorically when he can.]
This is good. This is the shite you gotta let out now, all that frustration and awkwardness, and go back to your man or woman with a clear head and a purpose to discuss this sorta stuff. C'mon, pretend I'm them and you're gonna ask me 'bout this interest in doms.
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[He says the word like he's turning it over bit by bit, like it's the first time he's hearing it. Slowly his brows furrow downwards.]
No. I don't like that at all.
[Not quite offended but bordering on it.]
Wasn't tryna talk around anythin', who you do is your business, lad, and no one else's. Maybe you'd do well at rememberin' that next time you start up with that defensiveness.
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Hey! C'mon now. You asked me about this shite, I'm just tryna help you out here, lad. Now sit your arse down and have another drink with me, and we'll talk about whatever damn thing you want.
[And then half mumbled as he slowly lowers himself back onto the stool:] Christ, maybe next time we need to get you stoned instead, eh?
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Enough... why?
[It's a weird thing to ask, but he assumes it may just be for the pure sake of edginess.]
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