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[guppy_sandhu]

The circle of chairs is out in the main bar. In the middle are a selection of fruit pies, with a choice of ice cream, or cream, or custard, or none of the above.

Behind the pies are a large sign.

LIFE SUPPORT
OPEN TO ALL

FREE PIE


[ooc: New? Confused? Pup has problems at home? Just want to make new friends or eat free pie? Come join us! All loose tags will be picked up by at least one of the LS team. Open until the next one. Threadhopping encouraged.]

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[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy's gravelly guffaw is the sort that comes from a century of cigarettes and hard liquor.

"Sure you wouldn't want to? I can take a fair amount of punishment now an' then," he says, blatantly flirtatious.

"Nah, haven't seen 'im, but if does show up, I'm not holdin' any grudges if he doesn't either."

[patterns_bloom]

Alana chuckles, shaking her head again. "No, thank you. I can't bring myself to cause harm, even consensually. But I won't judge if that's what you're into," she says, holding up a hand. She sets her pie plate aside and rests the fork on the edge, prongs down. "I'm curious--who started the fight? You don't sound like you did."

[irish_vagabond]

He holds up a hand as well. "Just sayin'," he says agreeably, leaving it out there, just in case there was any chance buuuuut probably not. Cassidy fails to realize that he's too optimistic for his own good sometimes.

"Honestly, I'm kinda-- hazy on the details. I did throw the first punch, though, I'll admit that. He was sayin' some things that I didn't like. Whether or not he meant them the way I thought he did is-- well, that might be up for debate. We both got cell time for it, but I got less 'cause I was new an' didn't know the rules."

[patterns_bloom]

Alana glances to her feet, looking up at him from under her lashes. She straightens her skirt, and uncrosses her legs.

"If there were other things you had in mind, I wouldn't be opposed," she says, favoring him with a shy smile.

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy blinks as his face and especially his eyebrows do some expressive gymnastics.

"Uh--"

Wait, really?

"You-- you wouldn't?"

[patterns_bloom]

"No," Alana says, leaning forward and resting her cheek on her fist. "I like you. And we're both modern people--we can indulge in what we like. As long as we use protection, that is. If you're not opposed to that, I'm willing."

She winks at him. "I told you that you were a charmer."

[irish_vagabond]

Alana is so out of Cassidy's league that he has a little trouble processing his success.

"Well, alright then," he says as a bright, rather goofy smile spreads across his face.

"Do I still hafta call you Doctor in bed?"

[patterns_bloom]

Alana laughs again, bright and cheery. "No, please, call me Alana. I have a room upstairs, unless you're more comfortable in your own."

[irish_vagabond]

"Alana, then," he chuckles, beaming.

"I think your place would be much better, my room's a pigsty at the moment. I think I actually saw one of my socks crawl under the bed..."

He takes their empty plates and gets up. "I'll just drop these off at the bar an' get some-- uh, essentials." He winks at her before walking off with a bit of a spring in his step. In a short while he returns, the 'essentials' tucked into his jeans pocket.

[patterns_bloom]

Alana can't hide her giddy anticipation as she watches him return. "Shall we?" she says, taking his arm and leading him upstairs.