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[crassidy]

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

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[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.]

[crassidy]

[Important goods and services like booze and strippers!]

And what actually is the job you're expectin' me to do?

[notgood]

It's secretary work. Answer the phone. Take notes. Schedule clients and let me know when they're here.

[crassidy]

Oh, right you are. Excellent time keeper, me. [Says the guy who was 10mins late.] Quite the skilled note taker too. [Says the guy who can barely type literate text speech.] I'm the perfect man for the job, don't you worry.

[notgood]

[Which he's aware of, but he already knocked Cassidy's potential salary down to 43k instead of what would be appropriate, so he figures he can get away with paying him even less if he fucks up enough. It's an asshole move, but he doesn't expect quality work from Cassidy, but hopes he can get enough of it done that it won't matter...]

...I'll need to talk to David, to let him know you're a vampire. He has the same reservations I do. Also I'll need some of your blood.

[Which Cassidy can assume is for a blood test.]

[crassidy]

[Honestly, tell Cass whatever wage you want, he'll have probably forgotten about it within a few days anyway.]

I thought I was the vampire here, mate. You should be givin' me blood.

[notgood]

I wouldn't want you getting a taste for it.

[But he drops the subject easily enough...]

I'll call you to let you know if you've got it or not.

[crassidy]

Alright, but don't ring me in the mornin' 'cause I hate gettin' up early. Oh, and probably best to avoid evenin's too, might forget the entire conversation dependin' on how high I got that day.

[There's no movement to look like he's leaving just yet, but why should he?! It's a very nice barren office and he's got the company of a nice guy who might willingly give him money.]

You know you look like another fella here, right?

[notgood]

[Interview's over, buddy... come on... get up... go home...]

I know. Doctor Frederick Chilton.

[He says the name with a 'posh' note to his words.]

He despises me. For your sake, I'd suggest you neglect to mention you work here, if you speak to him often.

[crassidy]

Hah, jealous is he? See, if I had me own clone like that walkin' around this place, I'd have either fucked or killed the bastard by now. Probably the first unless he was an outright crazy.

[Oh, but he's far too entertained by the idea of this level of trolling to resist the grin that spreads across his face.]

Don't you worry, he's a mate of mine. I'll be sure to keep him updated on who my new favourite boss is.

[notgood]

Right now I'm just glad he isn't attempting the latter.

[Threatened it, though, he sure did that...]

I'm serious, if you want to keep him as a 'mate' of yours, Cassidy. Don't talk about me to him.

[crassidy]

Not much of a mate then, is he? I don't judge the company he keeps, least he could do is stay the feck outta my life in return, eh? Fair is fair.

[Cassidy has a lot of terrible friends, he really can't expect them to all like each other.]

You scared of him?

[notgood]

[He scoffs, because that's ridiculous. Afraid of Chilton? A moral? When he has the blood of a demigod?

But...

He is, isn't he? He's afraid of more people than he'd care to admit. Cassidy included, in some manner. The thought is sobering, and the grin fades.]

I don't like the idea of being on his bad side.