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[crassidy]

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

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[crassidy]

Y'drive a hard bargain there, boyo.

[He'd question why he's buying when he's the one handing over phat stackz for these drugs, but honestly he doesn't care. Anything to have a bit of company for the evening.

Cassidy leads over to the bar and finds a couple of free stools to perch on near to wall, not exactly private but far enough away from any crowds to be too intrusive. The bartender gets a wave and an order for a beer and an entire bottle whiskey is given.]

So where'd you get yer mitts on all these?

[crassidy]

[Tate's right about the lack of subtlety not being an issue, he chose this bar for a reason and, other than the hot dudes, it's shady as fuck and has no issue with drugs being waved around.]

Just gotta test the merch, like, no offence. [He's reaching within to grab a smaller baggie of said coke, opening it up, licking the tip of his little finger and dipping it in. After a thoughtful taste, he nods his approval and seals it all back up. If the coke is legit, he can assume the rest is too, and if isn't? He can just get Tate for selling him shit product.]

Oh, yeah, that's some good shite there.

[Their booze appears too and he reaches for whiskey to start swigging.]

Aren't you a little young to be at the coke, lad?

[crassidy]

[He chuckles at the extended hand, whiskey placed down for a second while he complies to the request, rooting around in his pockets to pull out literal fistfuls of loose notes, all just crumpled up. Someone get this man a wallet. Squinting down at it all, he does his best to count out what he owes, but before even considering handing it over he decides on a new deal.]

Stay and have some with me? I got more than enough to share and this shite is always better with company.

[He's so lonely. :(]

[crassidy]

'Course, lad, I'm not tryna swindle you here.

[There's a slightly cross-eyed stare down at the money in his hand, until he decides to place it on the bar top and count a few twenties and fifties that get shoved in Tates direction. It should be enough, perhaps even over, but Cass doesn't seem too concerned with that.]

Figured you might like a freebie or two from your new mate is all.

[crassidy]

[Even though he nods that it's totally fine, he does spare a glance over his shoulder before leaning in just slightly, trying to help body block the view from most the crowd because hey, it may be normal around these parts but it still only takes one asshole to get their camera phone out to really ruin the mood.]

Me? Not much to say, mate. I'm a waste of space Irishman with no ambition and also, now, no money. I got a bag of drugs, bottle of whiskey and a mate to share it with though, so can't be all bad.

[Maybe there's more to him, but right now he seems content to downplay his existence.]

What about you, fella? Seem to lead an interestin' life.

[crassidy]

Christ, you're a little on the young side for me, boyo. Good on yeh for bein' in a relationship in a world like this though, can't be easy what with all the folk comin' and goin'.

[Once Tate's pulled back, Cassidy leans in, sorting himself out a generous sized line and snorting it up with a swift and practised ease. With high tolerances likes his, he's not expecting much, but he's got plenty of other things to mix with it.]

Who's the lucky lad or lady?

[crassidy]

[Cassidy is already reaching inside for a nondescript bag of pills, tearing the baggie they're in open, sparing a single, unnecessary sniff to the contents and then knocking back the entire lot in a single mouthful. While crunching them carelessly and washing them down with several mouthfuls of whiskey, he gives Tate a curious frown.]

Mate, I'm into all sorts, twinks and all, but you can't be more than, what, fifteen?

[crassidy]

Huh.

[That thoughtful frown furrows deeper for a second as he continues to stare, like he's assessing the possibility of the kid being as old as he says he is. Honestly, Cassidy is a shit judge when it comes to ages, so he's erring on the side of believing Tate here.]

I'm a hundred and nineteen, just look very young for me age.

[Very matter of fact.]

[crassidy]

[They can just go on forever not quite believing one another.]

Shite, not thought about it, honestly. Only a few months away, but I might not last until that milestone, don't like to count me chickens, y'know? I'm a lucky bastard, but luck runs out eventually.

[With how much of a dumb ass he is- the mass intake of drugs and alcohol proving his cockiness, at least- he's really surprised he's got past a hundred.]

[crassidy]

Yup, that it is. Best to enjoy what you got while you've got it, lad. The past is never quite what you remember it to be and the future never goes how y'want, but the here and now, that's where the good shite is.

[With a sniff and a nose wriggle, he's starting to fish for more coke, because apparently the last lot, the entire bag of unnamed pills and the half bottle of whiskey aren't quite enough yet. He's a really expensive night out, Tate should be hella grateful he was smart enough to have Cassidy buying drinks.]

[crassidy]

[Another line cut and another noisy snort washed down with several gulps of whiskey. It's a reasonable excuse as to why he takes a while to get to Tate's question.]

Huh, yeah, that's about it. Sometimes I hang out with twinks at gay bars too. What more is there to do, lad?

[crassidy]

Not much of a worker, I'll be honest. Lifestyle don't suit me. I got other methods of gettin' money.

[Although! He clicks his fingers as if he's only just remembering something]

But I did just get me first salary job at a law firm! Secretary. Pretty fancy, eh?

[Somewhere between the coke sniffing and booze swigging, he's puffing out his chest and doing his very best to look like an upstanding citizen in a vague attempt to persuade Tate he's totally deserving of the job he got.]