Mask or Menace IC contact

[crassidy]

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

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[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.

[crassidy]

[The brief (and slightly unusual) moment of silence on Cassidy's end shows he might be putting some thought into this too.

He's not exactly the cautious type, but he is the sort to seek an easy life. The less enemies the better, as far as he's concerned...]

Oh, yeah, no, that's legit. Lotta folk with a lotta powers. Don't much like the idea of being on many of their bad sides, honestly, mate.

a mortal* fuck

[notgood]

[His expression changes slightly in appreciation of Cassidy's apparent thoughtfulness, looking less like a judgemental future boss and more like a man who's in his mid-thirties and very tired.]

I've been making a concentrated effort on avoiding bad sides, and any other conflict while here. I don't get that choice at 'home,' so I'd like to take advantage of it as much as I can here. A nice life, with a well run law office, and a condo. I'd appreciate it, if you could keep that in mind while working here, and I'll find ways to make your employment comfortable for you. Blackout curtains on the windows, and we can work out the rest.

i hadn't even noticed. brains.

[crassidy]

That's sweet of you, real thoughtful.

[Cassidy knows all about being very tired, although he's settled more into the contemplative state, sunk comfortably into his chair as he slowly withdraws that flask from his jacket again.]

Listen, fella, I'm just here for an easy time and a bit of fun, right? You'll get no trouble from me.

[Not intentionally, at least.]

[notgood]

And let's try to keep it that way.

[Maybe against better judgement, Chauncy does dip into his desk, and takes out a small glass and an unlabeled bottle with a clear, honey colored liquid. Pours some into his glass, before glancing up to Cassidy.]

Would you...

[Like your own glass?]

[crassidy]

[He's perking up the moment he hears the tell-tale clinking of glass coming from the desk, he's like Pavlov's dog over here, anticipating the offer before it's even there. Chauncy doesn't even need to finish his sentence.]

Fill 'er up, cheers.

[The flask once again retreats into his jacket as he sits up straighter. Apparently getting him interested in an interview only takes a bit of alcohol.]

C'mon then, boss, what's your story? Must be more to you than lookin' like some other bloke and hatin' vampires.

[notgood]

[A second glasses is added, filled, and slid to the edge of the desk for Cassidy.]

I was a defense attorney in New York. David Klein was a prosecutor, we often worked against each other.

[He holds his glass close, but doesn’t sip yet. A little lost in thought, about how things changed so rapidly since then.]

We’re in a relationship now, as well as business partners. He’s a little more open with this information than I am, but I might as well tell you now. We are both children of Gods. He is to Set, and I am to Loki.

[He keeps his eyes settled on Cassidy, looking for changes in expression for anything that might indicate… discomfort.]