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WHO: Kylo Ren and Proinsias Cassidy
WHERE: Pour Decisions in De Chima
WHEN: now??
WHAT: Two bois and plenty of drinks
WARNINGS: booze, swearing, normal cass things

[It's not unusual for Cassidy to be out by himself drinking heavily and sauntering from bar to bar, but it's less usual to find himself up near De Chima. Nice change of scenery, he figures, and there's still plenty of establishments, fancy and divey alike, that he's yet to turn his attentions to. He'd just spent the last hour at a whiskey bar before he'd managed to find his way to his current location, drawn in by the entertaining bar name and sticking around for the interesting list of cocktails.]

Pour Decisions, eh? Think I could make more than a few of them 'fore this night is up, could I not?

[Chuckling to the captive audience that is the bartender as he leans on the wooden bar top, squinting heavily towards the back wall at the selection of booze.]

Mix me somethin' good and strong, love. Gimmie a reason to stay in a place like this. [A slight step back and a lofty sweep of his arm to gesture at the surroundings. He doesn't quite fit in when it comes down to looks, that much is true, looking more like he's been stealing from a thrift store's trash bin than the usual patrons.]

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[ Pour Decisions is Kylo's bar.
Mainly, in all honesty, because in his mind it is still Eli Vanto's bar even now, months after his disappearance, and for all his protestations and declarations to the contrary, Kylo Ren is a creature of habit. Bad habits. Poor decisions, indeed.

He stalks in like he wants to wreck the place, and he does– something of him always wants to wreck everything he touches– but he doesn't. Instead, he marches to the bar, scowling at the bartender, and just as he's about to use his powers to simply drag the poor guy over to get his attention, he notices who it is leaning over the bar as if he could summon the various bottles of liquor hanging behind it into his face by sheer force of will. His lip quirks, and in the moment of recognition, the bartender is spared.

His eyes meet Cassidy's as he makes some sweeping gesture. His voice is deceptively light. ]

Something wrong with a place like this?

[Blame it on the numerous drinks he's likely consumed already, but Cass somehow doesn't quite put that voice to a face at first. He jerks round to look at the source of it with a skeptical eyebrow arch, an expressions that soon brightens into a smile the moment he catches sight of Kylo. Hard not to recognise that scowly boy.]

Hah, look who it is! [Cheerful and genuine because Cassidy is always pleased to see a familiar face and a potential drinking partner.]

See now you in a place like this makes sense, lad. It's got an air of fancy to it. Me? I'm a filthy little shite more suited to whiskey and dumpsters.

[ He's fancy?
Well. He'll take it as a compliment. He likes the idea that Cassidy has recognised he has a certain... presence. Gravitas. He turns to the bar, locking eyes with the bartender who hurriedly nods, ready to get to work on Kylo's usual– ]

And my friend's order.

[ ...before turning his attention back to Cassidy. He likes Cassidy, despite finding him confusing. Maybe, because of it. ]

We can take it to the dumpster. If you'd be more comfortable.

[A free drink too?! Kylo's earning himself a top rank on the friendship ladder here.]

Ah, a truly kind offer there, mate, but I think with a strong enough drink and good company like yerself, I just might manage to adapt to a place like this for the night. No point stayin' where I'm comfortable, eh? Gotta push on and try what's different.

[He takes up a casual, one armed lean, facing Kylo to ensure he's show interest to his new best friendo.]

[ And as if on cue, two glasses are placed firmly (if cautiously) in front of them, and the bartender whisks himself away to the next patron. Kylo gestures, indicating Cassidy join him– curiously, a couple of the stools have been miraculously vacated.

Kylo's drink of choice is something Eli invented- heavy with irish whiskey and more than a few dashes of other alcoholic ingredients Kylo never learned the names of. He examines his glass and rolls its single, oversized rock of ice around thoughtfully.

Cassidy doesn't know how apt his little speech is. ]

To something different.

[ The irony completely escapes him. ]

Cheers to that, man.

[After joining Kylo at the nearby bar stools, he sweeps up his glass without much care for what it contains (he assumes some variation of a vieux carre judging by the strong scent of whikey and brandy). The drink is lifted towards Kylo briefly in the Universal gesture of 'cheers' but then he wastes no time in knocking back half the glass in one swoop.]

What's got your dark and handsome arse doing out on this perch then? Lookin' for a bit of change yourself there, or just after the same oul shite?

I'm making some... changes.

[ He takes a considered sip, grimacing slightly. Ugh. It doesn't taste bad, but, no-one knows how to make these exactly how Eli did, and it's irritating. ]

I moved out. I have all my things in boxes, in my car.

[ ...and he has nowhere to put them. He really didn't think this one through. ]

Ohoho. [A low chuckle that comes with a mischievous but knowing little quirk of his lips.]

I've had a few of those "changes" in me life. Usually with less boxes, I'm a bit of a light traveller, see.

[Which is to say Cassidy's been somewhat of a nomad for nearing a century now, and tends to travel with a small sack of belongings slung over a shoulder and little else. Makes everything from fall outs to quick escapes that much easier.]

Good that you stopped here though, a real fine choice, so it is. Need this downtime to consider the full life ahead of yeh, and there's no better way to do that than a copious amount of booze and the company of your good mate, Cassidy.

[ Kylo gives Cassidy a flat look– but it isn't necessarily cold, to the experienced observer. ]

You have some experience in this area, then.

[He's used to receiving such looks anyway, enough that he merely grins around the rim of his glass before downing the rest of the drink.]

Mate, I got experience in all sortsa things. Get to see a whole lotta shite in a hundred and twenty years of livin'.

[ He considers that for a moment, then leans forward to catch the eye of the bartender– who nods. Clearly, there is an Arrangement at play here. ]

What was the most dramatic change. When you became... [ he gestures at him. ] ...as you are now?

[A brief glance over his shoulder and he leans in slightly too, an elbow on the bar.]

That was a big one, yeah. No bigger change in a life than it suddenly becoming neverendin'. But I've had plenty of others too, lotta movin' about and plenty of folk wantin' me dead. Been all over the country, met a million different folk, I've even had every injury you could imagine, but mate, there's no greater pain than that of the heart.

[And just to emphasise his point, he reaches out a tattooed finger to poke towards Kylo's chest.]

[ There's an instantly defensive tension that stiffens Kylo's shoulders– not at the touch itself, because what threat could that possibly be– but at the suggestion.

He wonders, briefly, if Cassidy can read his mind. But a slow exhale later, he decides he's probably referring to his own pain. His own heart. He forces himself to relax, marking the decision with a sip of his drink. ]

Is that so.
Pain is a teacher. Perhaps there's a lesson to be learned in that.

I dunno 'bout that, not much to learn from it all if y'ask me. Some of us are just destined to repeat the same mistakes over and over again, are we not? Don't matter how old y'are, love makes us stupid. Christ, or maybe I'm just stupid with or without it, eh?

[Withdrawing his hand with a thoughtful scrunch of his nose, bemused by his own words, because someone has to be.]

[ And would you look at that, another drink is placed right in front of Cassidy. ]

Is that why you're here?
Love?

[ Kylo raises his own half-empty glass in a salute. ]

The pain of it?

[Well, look at that, he thinks he could really get used to this sort of service. The bartender gets a nod of gratitude as Cass scoops up the glass.]

'Spose that's part of it, lad. Always washing down somethin' similar.

[On cue he takes a great swig of his fresh drink.]

What about you, there? I take it y'didn't just throw all yer belongin's in a car for a laugh?

Love?

[ To be fair, Kylo doesn't exactly look like he does anything for a laugh. He scrutinises Cassidy's face carefully and finishes up the last of his drink. ]

No. I've never been in love.

Hah! [A loud snort somewhere between a scoff and a laugh.]

Now I know that's a crock of shite. Everyone's loved, fella, whether it be a fancy suitor, love for yeh mam, or self love, we all still loved someone.

[ Now that earns Cassidy a very sour look that doesn't improve even as another drink is set down on the bar.
He doesn't argue though, which is fairly telling. ]

I moved out because I want independence.

Now that is a grand reason, and a noble enough one too. Strivin' for independence in a world like this, where yeh can sit back and get everything spoon fed, well it's a fine enough pursuit.

[He knocks back his second drink, shifting enough to try and catch the bartender's attention as he gestures vaguely off towards the whiskeys on the back shelf.] Just give us the whole bottle, would yeh, lad?

[And then attention back on Kylo.]

And where exactly are you intendin' to find this independence? 'Cause it ain't at the bottom of a bottle, I can tell you that from experience.

[ Where is he expecting to go? He doesn't know. A large part of him wants to just drive up to the Meadows and never leave, but that's not independence at all, is it. It would be a choice of his making, but it would just be wresting himself out of Hux's grip only to offer himself to someone else. Like breaking free from Skywalker only to give himself to Snoke.
No. He needs something completely new.
No gods, no masters. ]

No. I know. [ He doesn't. ] I haven't decided where I am going yet.

[ And is there any better aid to decision making than alcohol? Hm. ]

[There's a slow, knowing smile as he lets Kylo linger on those thoughts for a moment, nodding his gratitude to the bartender once more as two fresh glasses and a bottle of whiskey is placed before him. Cass fills his own glass to near the brim, then lifts the bottle towards his company to see if he wants a glass too.]

Look at us, eh? Two oul vagabonds with the whole world spread out before us. No need to decide on what path needs takin' just yet, lad, got plenty of time for that.

[He adds a lazy finger waggle to highlight his point.] And just you remember, you get bored of the path you choose, just bleedin' change it.

[ Kylo regards Cassidy with something that isn't quite amusement, but it's close enough to resemble it near perfectly. He nudges his glass towards him. ]

You don't believe in destiny, then.

Destiny? Pfft, nah, load of bollocks, that is.

[He pours out an equally generous glassful for Kylo, already over a quarter of the bottle gone in those two portions.]

Removes a whole lotta fault off a fella's shoulders if he puts everythin' down to bloody destiny and fate, do you not agree there, man?

I have always found it to be more of a weight than a release.

[ He finishes off the last of his drink and moves onto the whiskey– a sharp, irritable swallow. ]

Are there others from your world here. From your story.