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[irish_vagabond]

The door opens on a blazing noonday Texas sun.

Cassidy hustles inside, shoulders hunched against the brightness, grumbling and muttering irritably through his teeth. He stops short for a second or two when he sees that he's in Milliways and not the church.

Well, good. He huffs a breath and closes the door behind him, shutting out the sunlight.

Oh, right: Cassidy is wearing a straw rice paddy hat and is bundled up in a Southwestern patterned blanket like a poncho. Under that he's only got a flimsy bathrobe on, and his pajama pants (with little blue animals on them) are tucked into his boots. Also, the almost ever-present sunglasses.

This is fashion out of necessity, folks.

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[sticktothemission]

"That's a good look," Gabriel says with mild amusement. He's in sweats and a hoodie today and only has a bit of stubble on his face, unlike the icon. "Really covers all your bases."

[irish_vagabond]

"What-? Oh."

Cassidy pulls the conical hat off, revealing a severe case of bed-head.

"I've got sensitive skin," he says plainly as he shuffles up to the bar and shrugs off the blanket as well.

[sticktothemission]

Coincidence! Gabriel is headed that way to return his empty plate.

"Couldn't tell." He still sounds amused. "Can't decide if it's the poncho or the hat that sells it better."

[irish_vagabond]

"Well, Texas isn't exactly a hotbed of fashion, but it is hot."

He slips off his sunglasses and blinks rapidly to adjust his vision before giving the stranger a look up and down.

"Name's Cassidy," he says amiably, offering a pale, tattooed hand that doesn't look as if it's ever been suntanned.

[sticktothemission]

"I'm sure all the layers don't help. Sunscreen isn't a thing on your Earth?"

Gabriel is lithe and muscular from a soldier's life. He's got a couple of day old incisions hidden under his clothes, the same ones he came in yesterday in. He's borrowing Milliway's time to recover a little faster and was actually getting set to return to his world after finishing breakfast.

His hand is callused and his grip is firm. "Gabriel."

[wayward_sun]

It's certainly - different.

Lucifer isn't judging because he is not a judgy sort.

Only - come on.

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy is usually entirely unself-conscious, even when people are blatantly staring at him.

But the stare from this guy is...well, it's...it sort of gets under his skin a little, and that doesn't happen often.

"What?"

Haven't you ever seen a dude wearing pajamas and a blanket and a rice paddy hat? Come on.

[wayward_sun]

"Nothing. I just noticed your - ensemble."

He gestures at - well- everything.

"It's - different."

Lucifer's clothes are far more conventional.
And expensive.
And tailored.

He takes a sip of his drink.

[irish_vagabond]

Oh, great. Is he a snooty wanker?

Cassidy pulls the conical straw hat off his head. He has no idea why it was even in the church clothing donation box.

"Aye, well, I had to improvise," he sniffs, as he shrugs off the blanket and lays it across the bar. "I've got sensitive skin an' that Texas sun is bloody murderous."

[wayward_sun]

He sounds like it!

"Yes, it does get a bit aggressive at noon in Texas," Lucifer agrees, amicably.

And then he orders a fresh bottle of Scotch.
"Want some?"

[iprotectyou]

Baze is seated at a table nearby, using a handheld pneumatic graver to carve designs out of an aluminum trigger housing he forged himself. He has a sweating pitcher of ice water and two glasses, one of which is full and he's taking drinks from periodically.

"Cassidy! Hoi! May the Force of others be with you," Baze calls cheerfully as he spots the other man enter.

"Why are you wearing a bathrobe over your clothes?"

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy is still grumbling to himself as he makes his way to the bar, when Baze's greeting pulls him out of his head.

"What? Oh- what, this? I just got out of bed an' it was sunny out. I had to improvise."

And he had to chase Jesse down before he drove off. Goddammit, Jesse.

[iprotectyou]

"Oh," Baze says, cocking his head to the side and invoking a giant, lost puppy. He continues working on carving out a flourish in the soft metal.

"You don't sleep during the day to avoid the sun?"

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy looks at him as if that were an absurd suggestion.

"No?" he says. "That must be a vampire myth you've been hearing. I mean, I would sleep all day, I guess? I've done it before an' it'd be awesome if I could right now, but I've got stuff to do."

He tugs the conical straw hat off his head and shrugs the blanket off, dumping it onto the bar.

"What're you up to there?" he then says, still a little distracted, as he orders himself a bottle of whiskey.

[iprotectyou]

"Vampire myth? No, just something that seems like a logical course of action from where I'm sitting," Baze says, blowing the shavings away.

"I'm engraving a trigger housing for a lightbow that I'm building. It's a bowcaster weapon that shoots a metal quarrel enveloped in plasma energy."

[childofrebellion]

"Cassidy, what are you wearing?" Cassian's cradling a nice warm caf and staring at Cassidy.

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy is in a mood. He doesn't appreciate having to, like, wake up and do stuff, and then try to make Jesse pay attention to what he's saying, even if what he's saying sounds completely insane.

"What?"

Cassian's question momentarily distracts him from his grumblings.

"Oh. This. I dunno. I just threw it all on before I went outside in the sun."

He pulls off the conical straw hat and the blanket and dumps them on the bar.

[childofrebellion]

“Why? Is someone forcing you to go out?” Cassidy looks annoyed and ready for a planet like Tattooine.

[irish_vagabond]

He scrubs both of his hands through his hair, looking thoroughly bed-rumpled.

"No, I just- no, no, I was just tryin'a catch up to Jesse before he left. I had to tell him something important."

Now he looks more worried than annoyed as he slumps down onto a stool.

"Shite's gonna hit the fan, mate, I really think so."

[childofrebellion]

“Have something to drink and tell me about it, maybe it’s not that bad,” It’s odd to see Cassidy this worried, he tends to not worry that much.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric watches him with a warm smile and looks over this outfit. "How very practical."

[irish_vagabond]

It takes a moment for Cassidy to realize that someone is talking to him, bundled up in his own thoughts as he is, but then he regards Sinric with a sort of confused look before saying,

"Oh- right- yeah, well, I had to improvise."

He pulls the conical straw hat off his head and scrubs a hand through his disheveled hair.

[thewidewideworld]

"To protect yourself from the sun, I understand." He toys absently with a gold coin on a chain around his neck. "I take it it's somewhat brighter were you've just come from?"

[irish_vagabond]

"It's bloody merciless," he mutters, shrugging the blanket off and dumping it on the bar. "I've not seen a single rain cloud since I've been there, so there's no going out for me without covering up like this."

Sure, he gets weird looks from people, but Cassidy is the type to either not notice or not give a fuck.

In any case, right now he needs whiskey, so he orders a bottle, uncaps it, and drinks straight from it.

[thewidewideworld]

"Are you quite well, Cassidy?" Sinric asks, watching him. "You seem... flustered."