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[crassidy]

"Probably out gettin' shit faced! I'll get back to yez."

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[notgood]

[The office as the look of someone who's going for ornate, but on a budget. He's not exactly a celebrity lawyer yet, and he's been making a lot of payments lately with his new condo, even if the lawyer space itself was assisted by Mayor Baelish. Eventually, the false wood furniture and slightly peeling wallpaper will be stripped away for genuine antiques and painted walls. But for now...

This is what he and David have. And for now, he's the one who opens the door to greet people. Hopefully, a job that Cassidy takes over, should he be hired.]

I see you managed to wear a complete outfit. Thanks for making the effort.

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[crassidy]

[Cassidy is sort of on time, give or take ten minutes, and honestly that's a damn miracle in itself, as is the fact he's managed to wear appropriate clothing to an interview. Well, sort of appropriate, in the sense they don't look like he's just fished them out the bottom of a trash bag, but they're still an interesting stylistic choice for a law firm. Here he be with an old pair of irish brogues, too-short and nearly skin tight jeans with no socks, a totally fancy unicorn tee, and a garish jacket to top it all off. He tried is the message to take away from this.]

Alright there, mate?

[A lopsided, toothy grin as he tucks his folded umbrella under an arm and removes his sunglasses, stepping within the office and sparing a cursory look around with glazed eyes.]

Nice wallpaper, there, interesting style choice.

[notgood]

[He sure did try.

Chauncy steps away from the door, gesturing for Cassidy to come in, still eyeing the umbrella strangely, but why not. He's not going to judge the umbrella. The unicorn shirt, yes. That will be judged.]

It's a work in progress. Please take a seat.

[...There's only one chair to sit in, aside from the one behind Chauncy's desk.]

[crassidy]

Cheers.

[One chair is better than none, and he's gladly dropping into it, umbrella laid beside his feet as he leans back, immediately taking a small, silver flask from an inside jacket pocket and swigging heavily.

This is an interview, however, so he has the manners to offer it over to Chauncey too, because sharing is caring.]

[notgood]

[Chauncy takes a seat and waves off Cassidy's offer of a drink. First Galla, now this...]

...No, thank you.

[Cassidy's fitting expectations so far...]

So tell me about yourself.

[crassidy]

Probably best, think I overdid it with the paint stripper. [Half mumbled to himself as he screws the cap back on and tucks it away safely within his jacket ones more. His eyes are already wandering, barely settled like he's only half listening.]

Right then. Well. Hm, I'm Cassidy, a Sagittarius from Dublin City, I like long night walks on the beach, fine whiskey and decade old clichés. I got shite all experience in law unless you count bein' on the wrong side of it, because mate, I've been arrested a lot, but I do really need the money, like,so that's why I'm here.

[notgood]

[He blanches at the thought of drinking actual paint stripper, because he genuinely isn't sure if he'd tell a joke like that...]

And you didn't keep the job the government gave you because...?

[crassidy]

Forgot to show up for it.

[Said with a shrug like it's a totally reasonable explanation.]

They had me as an overnight trucker, which don't get me wrong, is a great way to avoid the sun, right, but I didn't need a million more DUIs against me when I got a clean record in this world.

[notgood]

[A great follow up question would be to ask if he plans on forgetting to show up for this job, but-]

I noticed the umbrella, and now you mention avoiding the sun...

[He doesn't want to say vampire. He doesn't want to think vampire-]

[crassidy]

[He nods knowingly, leaning in to share the big secret of:]

Skin cancer.

[And then leaning back, crossing his legs as he casually offers up the other option.]

Or vampire. I mean, really, take your pick, man.

1/2

[notgood]

["Skin cancer."]

2/3

[notgood]

["Vampire."]

3/3

[notgood]

[He's out of his chair and standing up suddenly-]

You're a vampire? Really?

[crassidy]

[He blinks rapidly, attention finally locked on Chauncy, while staying unmoving for the moment. The guy looks startled enough with any more sudden movements added into the mix.]

Now hold on, mate, you had two options there. You're the one jumpin' to conclusions.

[Beat.] What's wrong with vampires...?

[It's cool, he's used to being hated. :(]

[notgood]

Yes, I'm jumping to conclusions-

[Literally, in this case.]

And someone who actually has skin cancer would have said by now they were kidding, not asked me what's wrong with vampires.

[So therefore, vampire.]

I've had an experience before. It left a lasting impression of your kind.

[crassidy]

Oh, here we go.

[An irritated eye roll.]

"Your kind". Blanket statements and sweepin' generalisations. What next, yah racist gobshite? We all look alike?

[notgood]

[Being called racist by a vampire is not what he thought would happen today.]

No you don't- look entirely like them, no...

[He hesitates, but... slowly, returns to his chair.]

You do drink blood, don't you?

[crassidy]

[He sniffs indignantly just to ensure he's playing the role of offended party.]

Mostly blood bags, yeah. Animal otherwise. I don't go around murderin' folk, if that's what you're really askin'. Not unless they deserve it anyways, heh.

[notgood]

[He's playing it well, even if Chauncy has an inkling he's not nearly as offended as he's acting.]

The concept of deserving it isn't a matter for your personal judgement.

[Chauncy sits now back in his seat fully, hands on his desk and fingers laced.]

That's what this office represents. We respect the law here, and we operate within it.

I might be willing to overlook your... nature and inclinations, but not without some give on your end as well.

[crassidy]

Uh-huh.

[With a finger tapping at his lips thoughtfully, Cassidy looks like he's giving heavy consideration to Chauncy's words. And yet...]

Soooo, just let you fellas know if I give someone a good suckin', is what you're sayin'?

[notgood]

[Cassidy, no.]

That's the opposite of what I'm saying. I'm saying don't do it at all.

[crassidy]

Right. 'Course.

[He nods his understanding even if the look on his face is anything but.]

And just to clarify, we're talkin' about murder and not blow jobs here, right?

[notgood]

[Chauncy sits up straight and leans in further over the desk.]

You want me to lay it all out? Fine.

I am saying you will not murder anyone under my employment, unless it is in very obvious self-defense. If you do drugs other than legal and prescribed ones, it will not be in this office, or within a hundred feet of it. I am already trying to clean up our image, and the last thing I want is more work to do. You can give as many blowjobs as you want, as long as they don't break the law. You can wear ... that sort of clothing, as long as it's clean and you don't smell. You can keep blood packets here, and even keep your flask, as long as you don't drink in front of clients.

If that doesn't work for you, then this isn't going to work at all. You choose.

[crassidy]

[That lean forward is mirrored, elbows onto his knees as he arches an eyebrow.]

You sayin' I meet all that and you'll pay me money?

[notgood]

I'm saying you do all that, along with your job, and you will be paid money.

[And money can be exchanged for goods and services, Cassidy.]