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[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.

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[thewidewideworld]

"Cassidy, my friend. Are you well?" Sinric comes over, resting a gentle hand on Cassidy's arm.

[irish_vagabond]

"Hmm...?"

Cassidy turns his head and gives him a slow blink before recognition sets in and that goofy smile of his just gets bigger.

"Oh, hey!" He throws an arm around Sinric's shoulders and squeezes. "I am well! I am so totally well! Thanks for askin'! An' how 'bout you, then, eh?"

[thewidewideworld]

He leans into the hug with a smile. "You have rather a glow about you, my friend. Has something happened?"

[irish_vagabond]

"I do?" he chortles. "Must be the half dozen bags of blood I had to chug down. But other than that? I think I've just met the girl of my dreams."

[thewidewideworld]

"Love always shines." Sinric smiles, "Tell me about them?"

[irish_vagabond]

"Her name's Tulip," he says ever so fondly.

"She beat me with a stick and knocked me through a window, but she didn't mean it. She got the wrong bloke, y'see."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric laughs warmly and orders himself a drink while he listens. "She thought you were someone else? Is that what you needed so much blood?"

[irish_vagabond]

"Yeah, I fell two stories an' had a big ol' piece of glass in me neck. I mean, I've had worse happen, much worse. But when she realized I wasn't the fella she was mad at for whatever reason, she brought me to a hospital. That's where I got all the blood from. Then she took me to her place so I could clean up an' stay the night, so that's where I am now."

[thewidewideworld]

"Perhaps that's why it's called falling in love." Sinric smiles. "As indeed you have, I think."

[quick_clean_pure]

"Hey there," Graverobber says, glancing at Cassidy as he walks and noticing the spacey demeanor and the grin. "Having a good day?"

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy blinks himself out of his reverie, turning to Graverobber with that big, loopy grin.

"A good day? Oh, mate, you've got no fuckin' idea what kinda day I've had," he laughs through a sigh.

[quick_clean_pure]

"Nice," he says, grinning at Cassidy's clear loopy happiness. "What happened, you win the lottery? Find a lifetime supply of good beer?"

[irish_vagabond]

He barks a laugh.

"Nah, mate, nothin' like that, though that comes pretty damn close. No... I think I just met the girl of my dreams, that's all."

[quick_clean_pure]

"Ah, very nice!" he says, tilting his beer at Cassidy in a small salute. "How'd you meet her?"

[irish_vagabond]

"She beat me with a stick an' knocked me through a second story window," he says with quite a bit of fondness.

"But she didn't mean it, though, she thought I was someone else. I ended up with a huge piece of glass in me neck, but she took me to a hospital where I got all the blood I needed to heal, so it's all good."

[quick_clean_pure]

“...that’s a hell of a first impression,” he says, blinking in surprise a little. “Still, hey, good for you. What’s her name?”

[irish_vagabond]

"Tulip."

There may be hearts in Cassidy's eyes, and if there are, he's not ashamed about it.

"She's fantastic. She didn't even freak out when I told her what I am. She was skeptical, maybe, even after she saw how I was all healed, but she didn't run away screaming or anything. So that's a plus."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's yawning and drinking a caf at the counter when Cassidy sits down, he glances him over, "Cassidy, you look well."

[irish_vagabond]

It takes a second or two for Cassidy to respond. And when he does, he bursts out with a guffaw.

"Do I? That's good to know, considering the night I've just had. Frankly I'm just glad I'm sittin' here in one piece."

[childofrebellion]

“You do, maybe hungover but from something nice. What happened?” He looks better than Cassian feels after too many days with too many people and lies.

[irish_vagabond]

"Oh, y'know," he sighs with a shrug, "typical stuff, really. Got pushed through a window, went to hospital, fell in love."

[childofrebellion]

"Which part came first?" That's an exciting series of events.

[irish_vagabond]

"It happened pretty much in that order, though the last two were kinda simultaneous, I think," he says, still grinning.

"Y'see, she beat me with a stick or something, an' I crashed through a window, fell two stories, got a big-ass chunk of glass in me neck, but she got the wrong bloke, see, so next thing I know we're speedin' to a hospital, where I got all the blood I needed to heal, an' she weren't freaked out by that or nothin' 'cause she took me back to her place to clean up an' stay the night. An' that's where I am now."

A beat.

"She's pretty awesome."

[childofrebellion]

"Kriff, she sounds remarkable. The meeting sounds messy but it worked out,"

He can't imagine anyone being that accepting after that mess, but he's glad Cassidy found someone.

[irish_vagabond]

"Oh, she is," he says, folding his arms on the countertop, a somewhat faraway look on his face. "Her eyes. Her smile. They just...burn themselves into your soul, an' you can't get 'em outta your head. You ever known anybody like that?"