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milliways_bar2017-10-31 02:42 am
irish_vagabond) wrote in milliways_bar2017-10-31 02:42 am
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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.)
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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She leans against the bar, orders a glass of wine and looks him over.
"Nice hair."
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"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."
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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?"
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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."
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And moving on.
"Well. You do look like a wanker. I wonder, is that a commentary on your personality as she sees it?"
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"Now, wait, hey, hang on now!" he protests testily. "I may be a lot of things, but I am not a wanker! All right? The Bar knows this, she totally knows this!"
The Bar is silently not coming to his defense.
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"You're too easy a mark."
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"I am not! Jaysus!"
He huffs a breath, blowing long blond hair out of his face.
"Right, then, here you are, in your yoga pants which must be quite comfy, assumin' all the things about me just 'cause I'm dressed like some frilly fop in an itchy wig, an' I don't even know your name. I'm Cassidy, by the way."
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She offers a hand.
"Tess Mercer."
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"Nice to meet'cha, Tess Mercer. An' I propose that all your suggestions are way off, like, totally way off, believe me. I'm more of a twenty-first century t-shirt an' jeans kinda bloke with a highly minimalist approach to haircare."
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"This must be killing you then." She sounds amused. "And what's your name?"
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[ooc: already said his name above ^_^]
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Of course, that was last year.
"Who knows what the rules are this time around."
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He glances at the Bar, who remains steadfast in her nondisclosure policies.
"Now, then, Tess, don't be kiddin' me here, a bloke's gotta look forward to the end of the evening when this infernal getup reverts back to me own wearables. You ever been put in 18th century clothing? Can't imagine it'd be more comfortable for the ladies."