riotousjunkie: (at the bar)
Cassidy ([personal profile] riotousjunkie) wrote in [community profile] cityofsin_ooc 2018-07-19 01:36 pm (UTC)

Cassidy poured about two fingers worth of liquor into her glass when prompted. Whiskey from a martini glass, why not.

There was something in the way she talked about this place and around here and everything that was going on in it — as if this wasn’t just another city where the same old horrible crap was going on as per usual. Things were crazy around here, specifically.

He was going to learn where he’d landed himself sometime, he supposed.

“So maybe you can help me, actually,” he mused, letting his eyes rest on the bottle still in his hand, the way the amber liquid caught the dim light of the bar. “See, ‘cause I remember I had got on a bus to New Orleans, only I can't recall gettin’ off. And this is definitely not New Orleans. Least not any neighborhood I’m familiar with.”

He took another swig out of the bottle — shorter, but still enough to feel it in his teeth.

“It’s not Baton Rouge, is it? I owe a decent chunk of money to a man from Baton Rouge... if he’s still alive.” When had that been, in the eighties? There was a chance the guy was still kicking around.

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