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[notgood]

WHO: Chauncy and Cassidy
WHERE: A PUB!! In MF
WHEN: First week of January
WHAT: Drinking and being sad
WARNINGS: the above

Rye is surprisingly decent for a bar. As a whiskey bar it’s a little better off than a typical sports pub, but given Cassidy’s taste in just about everything, he had his suspicions the place would be offensive to at least some of his senses.

Turns out, it wasn’t. He probably didn't need to get dressed down a little than his usual attire, but he did anyway, for the sake of not sticking out too much in case this was a more ... "divey" sort of drinking hole. An overcoat over a polo... is as good as he can do for dressing down, anyway.

Still, it's a a decently decorated place, with a decent selection of booze. Of which, he’s already got himself a glass, and has one ready for Cassidy as well when he arrives.

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[crassidy]

Despite his usual habit of tardiness, Cassidy doesn't keep Chauncy waiting long. He's clean, he's dressed in clothing that could mostly pass as "normal", and he doesn't seem totally wasted, so all in all it's a good start to the meet up as he slides in next to his pal and offers him a slap on the back in greeting.

"Even got me a drink ready, good man!"

A drink that he's downing in a few hefty gulps. Hopefully it wasn't too expensive because it's sure not getting savoured.

[notgood]

Thankfully, it wasn't. He knows Cassidy goes for broke when it comes to drinking. He doesn't doubt that the other would gulp down some Four Loko swill if put in front of him with the promise of a high percent.

Chauncy gives Cassidy a smile, tucked away in the corner of his lips, and he lifts his own glass to take a sip from it.

"You're not subtle with your preferences, Cassidy."

[crassidy]

"Oh, aye, I've heard that one before," he nods in agreement, already flagging down the barman with a wave of his hand and a cheerful smile.

"How you been holdin' up then, mate? Must be absolute bleedin' chaos in the office without me there sortin' you all out."

Yes. Of course. Chaos without him, because that's how it works.

[notgood]

Chauncy with a mouthful of his own drink, smiles so wide he nearly spills.

Hilarious choice of wording, considering that both lawyers that run the firm are "sons of Chaos" technically. He doubts Cassidy knows just how spot-on he is right now.

"Absolutely. Actually, I wasn't sure about the blood packs, so I've just been leaving them in there. Do they... expire, or..."

[crassidy]

With an order made for a triple whiskey, Cass is free to join Chauncy in his amusement, even if he hasn't quite caught on to how very correct he is about the whole thing.

"Ugh, yeah, probably best they got tossed. Or use 'em in your weird lawyer blood rituals, I dunno what you fellas get up to when tryna appease the justice gods."

[notgood]

"Oh, David doesn't use blood for his powers. I've never used older blood before, but I'll see if it works or not soon enough."

He smirks into his drink, eyebrows raised in amusement.

"Did you want to wait for your drink to arrive to talk, or we could just forgo it entirely if you've changed your mind."

[crassidy]

He gives a light scoff at the mention of blood powers. Honestly, he's not sure if Chauncy's taking the piss or not, but he doesn't mind much either way. Cass drinks blood, he can hardly judge a few guys for doing blood rituals in their spare time. The follow up question levels him out a bit though.

"Not much worth talkin' about. Y'know me, fella, just getting shitfaced and the like. Not much worth rememberin'."

Woe is him.

[notgood]

He is not taking the piss. Can't wait for Cassidy to walk in on Chauncy doing a blood ritual with his blood.

"You already implied something awful happened, so I know it's not just that. I can keep nagging you about it, or you can just be upfront. Your choice."

[crassidy]

Sure would be a sight to behold.

"Right," he remembers that admittance with a hefty sigh. Damn, him and his lack of any filter, it makes silent brooding so difficult.

"It's just. I wasn't havin' the best of times back home, and then I get back and the first thing that happens is me and me fella get into a bit of a fight. Men, eh? You murder 'em one time and they hold a bloody grudge over it."

[notgood]

Chauncy's glad he's not drinking for this bit, because he surely would have sputtered and made a mess of it.

"Is... this a murder situation in which he could have... come back from it?"

Because honestly, in this place? Who knows.

[crassidy]

"Hmm," a thoughtful hum as his drink finally gets slid in front of him. He's quick to down a hefty gulp of it.

"No. Sorta made sure of that. Long story, I'll be honest, but we had a few trust issues back home. And I guess here too. You ever just... use your fella's cult to turn them against him and get him killed? Is- is that relatable content?"

Cass is managing a balance of broodiness even with the ridiculous statements. But if anyone is going to understand, surely it's gods.

IF THIS IS TOO LATE IT'S FINE

[notgood]

And already, the whiskey is gone. Wow. He didn't even get to see it in the glass for longer than a second.

"That is not even remotely 'hashtag relatable,' no." Sorry Cassidy. Ironically, if this was a Chauncy who had even a few weeks more in his own universe under his belt, he'd be able to help navigate the situation with a bit more gusto and reassurance. But as it stands right now...

"I'm sorry. It does sound... difficult." Using it lightly, there.

NEVER TOO LATE

[crassidy]

"Oh." He sounds distantly disappointed, like just maybe he'd hoped Chauncy had somehow one time had a cult boyfriend he killed too, but that was probably a bit of a stretch.

"I just thought maybe me and him had something good. Christ, y'never can tell. Men, eh?"

Can't live with them, can't rely on them not to murder your friends and a bunch of innocents when you're not looking. Truly hashtag relatable. Whatever! He's over it already! Except not really. He will never be over it.

"Speaking of, hows you and yours gettin' on?"

GOOD!!

[notgood]

To that line, Chauncy can't help the slightly bitter grin, and holds up his glass slightly.

"Men indeed."

Because that next part is a whole other situation.

"We're fine. He's still... adjusting, I think. The Woden situation really was upsetting to both of us." You know, when he flooded a city.

"I was hoping this place would be better for him, after what happened on our Earth, but now... I don't know. It might be worse."

[crassidy]

He nods slowly, distantly understanding as his hand flicks out for a vague wave towards the bartender for a top up.

"Christ, y'never can tell. I hope maybe it gets better for yeh, for the both." And he means it, he sure doesn't want anyone to have a bad time, especially not friends of his.

"I thought maybe this place would be better for me and me fella too, these days I'm not so sure. Maybe it is... maybe it just involves a whole lotta effort."

He scoffs lightly at his own comment as he adds something he thinks Chauncy is already well aware of, "Effort ain't exactly me strongest suit though."

[notgood]

"Thank you." For the kind words, of course. Chauncy sips at his drink and mulls over Cassidy's next words.

Cassidy's struggle with effort is something he's well aware of, but in a moment of clarity despite the drinks, Chauncy doesn't point that out. Truly an inspiring moment right now.

"You're right. It does." His gaze flickers up from his drink to Cassidy's face.

"But if it's worth doing..."

[crassidy]

"Huh."

A thoughtful little grunt as his gaze meets Chauncy's. There's a level of scepticism in that slight quirk of an eyebrow, but he's not going to argue the point to heavily.

"Maybe you're right. It's just... knowing if it's worth it in the first place, I 'spose. But then again, if it's enough to be considering, then I guess it's enough to at least try."