[Location: The streets, bitch] You don't believe, and your grievances show

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

Well, that had gone well. Cassie exited the nest, not crying as much or as often anymore, but definitely down in the dumps. Not only was Billy gone, but she didn't think and said a bunch of shit that made the hundreds upon hundreds year old vampires get emo. So, totally, not her intention. Not even a little bit.

Cassie started on a longish, roundabout way home, not wanting to get back there just yet. Pooch was off with that River girl, leaving Cassie alone in the house. That's why she'd gone to visit Billy. Because she was lonely and missing her bff. But he wasn't there. He wasn't anywhere. Cassie turned down a side street, hands tucked into the pockets of her hoodie, head lowered. There was the chance that Billy might come back. There was always a chance. But the odds of him remembering her when he returned? Were slim to none. And that made Cassie's stomach want to eat itself out of despair.

The sun was setting and Cassie lifted a hand to absently wipe at her cheek, feeling as if she was going to start weeping again any minute. She swallowed hard, then frowned, kicking at a rock with the toe of her boot. Not bothering to watch it skitter and bounce down the street.



((ooc: Backdated to directly after what happens at the nest in the SOB BILLY GONE thread. Yes, I'm too lazy to link it right now. Bite me. :D))

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[Location: i'm driving in mah car]

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As usual, Dean is driving. He's really got nothing to do, is just killing time, listening to some Zeppelin as he cruises through the streets. It's about fifteen or so minutes after he leaves Bobby's house that he finds a familiar figure walking down the sidewalk, and it's almost like deja vu as he parks his car on the opposite of the street and gets out, walking across the road to step in pace with her.

"Hey," Dean says, leaning slightly to see her face. He's not dense; he can tell something's up. "Something wrong?"

[Location: /steals car. OH SNAP GTA.]

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Cassie hears the now familiar roar of the engine of Dean's Impala. He parks and climbs out and catches up to her with ease. "Billy's gone," Cassie replied softly.

"I went to hang out and he was gone. It didn't even look like he'd lived there."

[Location: O NO U DI'IN'T.]

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Oh. Dean hasn't had someone important like that vanish on him-- not that he remembers, at least-- so he doesn't know how to relate. Sure, Xander vanished, but... that's not the same thing. He knows that the dorky kid and Cassie had been close since that first party.

"... Hell, I'm sorry, Cassie," Dean says, and hey, okay, he can wrap an arm around her shoulder this once, because she deserves some sort of comfort.

[Location: OH I DID AND I DID A BUNCH OF DONUTS IN THE PARKING LOT.]

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Cassie swallowed hard, nodding at Dean's apology. But when he wraps his arm around her shoulder, it sparks something. That was what she needed from Eric. Real comfort. Showing the other person that you care enough to actually embrace them.

Cassie turned, wrapping her arms around his waist, burying her face against his shoulder. "I didn't even get to say anything before he left...."

[Location: THAT WAS SO UNCALLED FOR]

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Dean doesn't do this often, but honestly, it seems like the right thing to do, considering the awkward friendship thing they've got going here. So he lets her do what she wants, pausing in their walk, and patting her.

He doesn't know what to say, though. So he'll just... be a silent support.

[Location: FUCK YEAH, NOW YOU GOTTA FIX YOUR TIRES, BENCH. :D]

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Cassie tightens her arms around Dean a little more when they've stopped moving. It's much easier to hug when you're standing still. After a few silent, hug-filled, unintentional Dean-smelling minutes, Cassie pulls back just a little.

"I think I'd like to get drunk now," Cassie says softly, looking up at Dean with the Hack version of puppy eyes.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Dean has that power, apparently, to smell comforting. Which is really weird sounding, but hey, there's something about gunpowder and leather that's actually very relaxing. Dean looks down at her and grins a bit.

"Now drunk I can do." He replies, ruffling her hair a little. "C'mon. Hatches aren't fair."

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Gunpowder, leather, and just straight up sexiness. It's an intoxicating, soothing scent. Cassie breathed a small, weak chuckle at his ruffling her hair.

"Okay," she nodded, releasing his waist, falling into step beside him. "So, like, do you know where all the hatches are? For all your booze-hatching needs?"

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Damn straight, sexiness.

Dean snorts at her question, and stuffs his hands in his jacket pocket. "Yeah, something like that. Not a drunken hobo anymore, but for when I was, yeah."

[Location: The MEAN MEAN streets of Taxon]

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"Cassie?" Jessica was out tonight with thoughts of heading over to a bar. Maybe finding someone who reminded her a bit of Hoyt and who'd just let her talk at them for a while. It wasn't the most cheerful of thoughts, really, and she was happy when she saw the other girl. Happy 'til she realised Cassie was upset. "You okay?"

[Location: WORD, YO.]

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Cassie lifted her head a little when she heard her name said in the increasingly familiar southern tone. "Aw, Jess, I...." Cassie's throat tightened up on her and she exhaled brokenly.

Could she explain to Jessica before her throat completely closed off on her? Maybe? Doubtful, though. "Fuck...." Cassie's shoulders seemed to deflate and she hung her head once more.

[Location: HOMIE]

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"Oh honey," she wasn't as unhappy as Cassie was, but seeing her friend like that made her frown. Jessica touched her shoulder lightly, "you want to talk about it?"

[Location: THUG LYFE]

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Cassie exhaled brokenly, lifting her hand to rake her fingers through her hair angrily. "Sometimes people disappear from Taxon," Cassie started.

"This time it was my best friend." Her mini-Vlad with aspirations of taking over the world.

[Location: DAMN IT FEELS GOOD TO BE A GANGSTER]

[vampirevirgin.livejournal.com]

Jessica's face fell at that. People arrived and people left, she knew that. She didn't exactly have a whole lot of friends here, but if someone she knew left her? "I'm sorry."

[Location: SIPPIN' DOWN GIN AND JUICE]

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Cassie shook her head, looking down at the ground. "Yeah. You and me both," Cassie sighed, then looked up at Jessica, trying to put on a brave face. "So...how're you?"

[Location: PC LETTER LOAD?!?!?!]

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She did a better job at the brave face thing than Jessica would have been able to. "Okay," she said, shrugging one shoulder. "Kinda antsy."

[Location: WITH MY MIND ON MY MONEY AND MY MONEY ON MY MIND]

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"It can get boring here from time to time," Cassie nodded.

Concentrate on other stuff. Push the pain down. Stop fucking crying so goddamn much, you big baby.

[location: I B WHERE YOU B, BB]

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Carlton had been walking around Taxon, taking a break from his work on the Hack case. He'd taken the tram, but didn't think he'd gone too far. Lassiter was still getting used to Taxon, but it would come in time.

He glanced around and caught sight of a fairly familiar form. She was pretty much the only person he'd interacted with at length since he'd arrived. And he worried about her recovery. Both of these things might have been why he approached. A rock came rolling towards him from her direction, which he stopped with one foot.

"Bad day?" He guessed.

[location: OH EM GEE STALKER /loves it]

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Cassie lifted her head, glancing over in Carlton's direction. "Yeah," she nodded several times, shoulders rising and falling slowly.

"One of my friends left today," Cassie said softly, giving him her version of the puppy eyes. "Sometimes people disappear and this time it was someone I care about."

[location: IM WATCHIN YOU ALL THE TIIIIME]

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Carlton had never heard of someone leaving Taxon. Part of him was convinced that this was a good thing, but Cassie didn't look happy at all. Losing friends was difficult, and Carlton had to remind himself that she had been here a lot longer than he had, and as such, had developed relationships with the others in the city.

"I'm sorry." He said simply, reaching out and lightly touching her arm. He wasn't very good at this, or at least, hadn't been in the past. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

[location: I ALWAYS FEEL LIKE SOMEBODY'S WATCHING MEEEEEE]

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Cassie stepped a little closer to Lassiter, chewing at her bottom lip. "You wanna...maybe watch a movie?" Cassie asked in a small voice. "I was gonna hang out with Billy but he...he left."

She's not trying to use you as a replacement, Lassie, honest. It's just that she doesn't want to be alone right now.

[location: THAT'S NOT ANYTHING TO WORRY ABOUT, BB. DON'T MIND ME IN THE BUSHES]

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Ouch. Whether she meant it that way or not, Lassiter definitely assumed he was just a second (or third, fourth, fifth, etc) choice when Cassie was desperate. He didn't mind too much, though. He was worried about her mental, emotional, and physical health. Watching a movie and keeping an eye out for her wouldn't be so bad.

"Sure. Your place or mine?" Yes, he'd taken her advice and found a nice placed and hatched all the things a man could want for his very own bachelor pad.

[location: /THROWS CANDIES INTO THE BUSHES AT RANDOM]

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"You got a place?" Cassie asked softly, eyebrows arching.

He'd taken advice. This is cause for celebration. Popcorn and nachos for the movie! This must be done. "We could go there...if you wanted."

[location: OM NOM CANDY]

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"Sure do. Just down the block from the station." Lassiter knew he didn't always come off as the kind of guy who would take advice, but he had needed a place to stay and Cassie had offered sound advice. He nodded and put his hand at her back, guiding her toward his side of town.

"One condition. You can't make fun of my decorating. A lot of the stuff was there when I got there and I haven't had the time to use the hatches enough to make it my own." He gave her a small smile and even a wink. "Any movie in mind?" He added as they walked towards the nearest tram station.

[location: NOES THEYS BE EATAN MAH CANDIES]

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Cassie wasn't at all surprised that it was within a five minute walking distance. But she was glad that he'd gotten himself a place with an actual bed.

When his hand pressed against her back, she began to walk, falling into step beside him. "I won't make fun," Cassie promised, shaking her head. "I don't know...."