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[crassidy]

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

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[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.]

[crassidy]

[For once Cassidy isn't instantly downing the drink offered to him, even if his first swig of it does drain half of the glass. What he's interested in is what's being said, brows stitched in curiosity and lips slightly parted like he's doing his very best to understand even if he doesn't always get it. It takes a lot of willpower for Cass to just shut the fuck and listen, but he's trying his best.

The revelation of godhood doesn't exactly present itself as a huge surprise in Cassidy's eyes, not with the life he leads and the people he knows both here and back home. Chauncy's grand reveal gets little more than nose scrunch of 'deep' thought.]

Like. God gods? D'you know actual God? Fella's a right bleedin' arsehole, is he not?

[notgood]

[And for some reason, he doesn't feel like he should expect anymore of a reaction from Cassidy. He's a vampire who seems like he's already been around the block enough times to be able to walk it blind, and considering his alcohol intake, probably has.]

I haven't met the Christian God, no. Anubis, Ares, and Amaterasu to name a few. Those are the ones I mean.

[crassidy]

[It's less of a walk and more of a stumble around the block, but it's a valid point.]

Huh, don't think I met any of them. I saw God once though. Got a bit of a latex kink, likes dog suits... does it count as a furry if it's latex? Christ, I'm not sure that's somethin' I wanna search.

[notgood]

[Chauncy winces mid-sip, and squints at Cassidy with a slightly revolting look.]

I don't want to know that.

[crassidy]

Honestly, mate, neither did I but here I am, with that image burnt into me bloody skull for all eternity. I'm tellin' ya, it's not the kind of sight you ever forget. Skin tight latex on a fella with a dad bod, and he's 'sposed to be the one who formed all creation. Jaysus, no wonder humans are so screwed up as a species, eh?

[Despite his apparent trauma, he's snickering into his glass as he finishes off the last half in a few gulps. Doesn't take much to entertain Cassidy, and furry dog gods is one such thing apparently.]

[notgood]

Stop, stop-

[He's holding up a hand, as if trying to literally halt Cassidy's words from hitting his ears.]

I brought this up so I could be honest about who I am to you, not so I can hear about your- close encounters of the filth kind. I don't need to suffer like this.

[crassidy]

And I'm just bein' honest about the shite I've seen in me lifetime. We all got things to share.

[You're giving this person a job, Chauncy, you have to live with this decision every day of your working life now as he discusses latex dog suits and circumcisions all day every day.]

[notgood]

So what you're saying is if I don't share anything, you won't either?

[Please let that be what he's saying.]

[crassidy]

No! Nope. This ain't a chance for you to close up, mate, I only just got you talkin'. You owe me your vampire tale one of these days, I know there's a story behind all that.

[Never gonna let Chauncy live down his vampire racism.]

[notgood]

It involves me drinking, making poor choices, and almost dying for it. A good enough summary?

[crassidy]

Sounds legit enough. Drinkin' and poor life choices go hand in hand with vampires in me own experience.

[At least in Cassidy's case.]

[notgood]

I'd rather not recount the tale in detail. It's embarrassing enough as it stands.

[crassidy]

Heh, fair enough. I got plenty of them sorta tales I'd rather not relive. So long as this little "poor life choice" of yours from the past won't be an issue between us.

[notgood]

No, my... bias is my own fault, but I still think I'm going to have to make by decisions on a vampire-by-vampire basis. Obviously, being hired means you pass.

[crassidy]

Very grown up of you. Y'know, I know a few vampires 'round here and they're all grand fellas, honestly just who you know, eh? Arseholes in every group of folk.

[notgood]

I tend to see more assholes than not.

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[notgood]