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[irish_vagabond]

It's Cassidy's first Halloween at Milliways.

Cassidy wouldn't have made such a big deal about it. It would've been just like any other day.

Except that the moment that he orders a drink from the bar, fwoomp, he's suddenly dressed as an 18th century wanker, complete with a blond wig that won't come off.

"What- what the fuck- no- shitshitshitshit NOOO-"

A napkin appears on the bartop.

Yes.

"No! Whyyyy? Why this? What did I ever do to you??"

Another napkin.

You never pay off your tab?

Cassidy flails his ruffles and blond locks. "Besides that?!"

The Bar only responds with a smiley face.

"SHITE!"

The vampire Lestat is not happy.

(At least he wasn't given fake fangs. A small mercy.)

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[thewidewideworld]

Sinric comes down the stairs, hair flowing and dressed in a rather short white tunic and very long gold boots. He looks like a Greek goddess, or say... an 80s Princess of Power.

He smiles to Cassidy. "You look rather... dashing."

[irish_vagabond]

"No, I do not! I look like a fuckin' wanker! Ow!"

That last bit was in response to Cassidy attempting to pull the wig off his head. It's stuck on pretty good.

"Who-- Jaysus."

That last bit there was in response to Cassidy recognizing who he's talking to.

[thewidewideworld]

"It will come off at the end of the night. It's just a game the bar plays this time of year. Best to enjoy it and let it pass."

He giggles and swishes the short white skirts. "I don't know what goddess the costume represents but it is rather lovely." And shows off his slender dancer's legs and girlish curves.

[irish_vagabond]

"Oh, there'll be no enjoying this for me, I'll say that much about it," he mutters, tugging at the silky cravat that won't come loose.

"Does the Bar always put you in-- tiny dresses?"

Look, Cassidy has eyes, okay.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric reaches to still Cassidy's hands, smoothing the ruffled silk. "It will pass. And perhaps the enjoyment is for others to admire you. You do look very handsome."

Sinric is not at all offended, smiling warmly. "From time to time. Sometimes she's kind enough to let me keep them
She seems to know what will suit me well. I'm not sure this is one I would wear again but it is fun."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian recognizes Cassidy by the cursing, he's sipping his hot chocolate and in an elegant suit, "She gave you a wig?"

[irish_vagabond]

"Yes, an' ruffles, an' pantaloons or whateverthefuck these're called--"

Cassidy then takes a moment to glare at Cassian, incredulous.

"She gave you a bloody Armani?"

He turns his glare to the Bar and points at Cassian.

"That! What about that! You couldn't give me that to wear?!"

She is silently amused.

[childofrebellion]

"What's an armani?"

Cassian doesn't laugh but he does smile as Cassidy looks so awkward. He feels odd because he doesn't have a weapon and keeps checking his pockets. Inside he finds a pen that he frowns at before setting down along with a wallet that seems to have odd small tools.

[irish_vagabond]

"It's the name of a designer who makes really nice suits, I dunno if your suit's an actual Armani, I just said so 'cause it looks really well-tailored, but that's the gist of it. An' look, you've got accessories, too! What the hell!"

He turns to the Bar again.

"Why didn't I get accessories?"

After a moment, a set of cheap plastic vampire fangs appears.

Cassidy quickly swats them away as if spooked.

Nobody saw that. Nope.

"Never mind," he coughs.

"So what's all that then?"

[childofrebellion]

"I'm not sure. Wait, that's a set of lockpicks. I think there's something in the pen but I don't know what. Do you know why she gave you that outfit?"

He's happy that his costume is easier but it would be nice to know why he's in it.

[shakemyhand]

Kermit the frog climbs onto a stool next to Cassidy. He's grumpy and very green.

"At least you are not this," he says in that weird Kermit voice... somehow he manages a growl with it.

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy stares at him, Lestatly.

"My god, she's merciless."

[shakemyhand]

"I am some kind of child's toy," he says, "And I am soft."

He's not happy at all.

[irish_vagabond]

"You're a muppet frog," Cassidy clarifies, if Guide was in any way confused about that.

[shakemyhand]

"What is a Muppet? And what is a Frog?" He asks shrilly.

[have_no_mercy]

Last year Tess was Jessica Rabbit. Pity for Cassidy that she's not this year as well. In fact, she isn't dressed up at all, wearing simple yoga pants and a sweater.

She leans against the bar, orders a glass of wine and looks him over.

"Nice hair."

[irish_vagabond]

goddammit

"No, it isn't! It's not even me own hair color, I'm rubbish as a blond!"

Which is all beside the main point, but it's one of the many side points that are not sitting well with Cassidy right now.

He eyes her like he's going to die of embarrassment on the spot.

"Why aren't you dressed in something ridiculous? Or are you like, what, s'posed to be a suburban yoga instructor or something? --Unless you really are a suburban yoga instructor, then-- uh, sorry."

[have_no_mercy]

"I guess Bar decided I've been through enough torture."

Halloween can be fun, but she is so not into it this year.

"I'm not, so don't worry. What are you supposed to be, anyway?"

[irish_vagabond]

"What, like, literal torture, or like, 'my life sucks in general' torture?" he asks.

Scowling, he tugs at the silk cravat at his throat, but it won't come loose.

"I'm s'posed to be an 18th century wanker, is what I'm s'posed to be."

[have_no_mercy]

"Literal."

And moving on.

"Well. You do look like a wanker. I wonder, is that a commentary on your personality as she sees it?"

[moonandstar]

Garyn Balvadares, once a dark elf but now a portrait of scruffy-haired early 90s glory, is sitting cross-legged at the end of the Bar. He regards Cassidy's outburst with a lopsided smirk.

"You too, eh? I've seen her do worse."

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy turns to the guy and looks him up and down, trying to place what he's supposed to be dressed as.

"So, you're not actually a raver?"

Oof, unexpected flashback to all those raves Cassidy used to go to in the '90s.

[moonandstar]

"If that's whatever this is, then no," Garyn says. "I'm not even a human.

"Though at least I'm something with skin this time."

[irish_vagabond]

"You're not?"

Cassidy is always mistaken for human and he prefers it that way.

"--Wait, what d'you mean, you didn't have skin the last time?"

[moonandstar]

"I'm a dark elf," Garyn says. "But human is a step up from the rotting ghoul shape the Bar turned me into once. I'm sure she's done worse to others."

He suspects she's probably turned somebody into a dung beetle at some point. He doesn't vocalize this thought out loud; he doesn't want to give her any ideas.

"Mind you, the ears are harder to get used to than I would have thought."