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.]
Know what I feel? I feel like you're just tryna provoke me for the feckin' sake of it, lad. This bitter loner act is cute and all, real edgy teen shite, but it'll get old real fast.
[Cassidy seems more frustrated than angry, his new bottle of whiskey delivered just in time for his to snatch at it and swig. Why must everything he likes try and hurt him?]
I get the feelin' you weren't all that great at makin' friends and keepin' 'em.
[A sigh, like he hasn't heard that a million times before.]
Most of 'em usually are. Anti-vampire propaganda for the most part. No better way to scare the masses than tell 'em what they should fear are a buncha murderin' bloodsuckers.
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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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[Cassidy seems more frustrated than angry, his new bottle of whiskey delivered just in time for his to snatch at it and swig. Why must everything he likes try and hurt him?]
I get the feelin' you weren't all that great at makin' friends and keepin' 'em.
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You think it's cool to be talkin' about murder, eh? Is that it?
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I don't do that sorta shite, lad. I'll protect me and mine, but I don't go out feastin' on folk, if that's what you're hintin' at.
[Maybe a few slip ups in his early vampire days, but he doesn't need to be mentioning that. We all make mistakes.]
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[A sigh, like he hasn't heard that a million times before.]
Most of 'em usually are. Anti-vampire propaganda for the most part. No better way to scare the masses than tell 'em what they should fear are a buncha murderin' bloodsuckers.
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