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Mar. 17th, 2018 02:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
irish_vagabond[OOC: Continued from this OOM.]
The door opens, and in shuffles Cassidy, a towel over his head and obscuring his face as he dries his wet hair. Fresh from a hot shower, he's barefooted and wearing a pair of blue hospital scrub bottoms and a red and white raglan that looks like it might've once been worn by a high school senior in the '80s.
The general sound of bar chatter alerts him to the fact that he's not in Tulip's house anymore. Pulling the towel off his head, he rubs his eyes, and smiles a goofy smile to himself.
He ambles up to the bar and sits down, resting his chin on his hand.
He was gonna order something, but right now he's kinda spacing out.
The door opens, and in shuffles Cassidy, a towel over his head and obscuring his face as he dries his wet hair. Fresh from a hot shower, he's barefooted and wearing a pair of blue hospital scrub bottoms and a red and white raglan that looks like it might've once been worn by a high school senior in the '80s.
The general sound of bar chatter alerts him to the fact that he's not in Tulip's house anymore. Pulling the towel off his head, he rubs his eyes, and smiles a goofy smile to himself.
He ambles up to the bar and sits down, resting his chin on his hand.
He was gonna order something, but right now he's kinda spacing out.
