Oooh. Cassidy was getting it now. He'd gone and sat down at a bar next to a legitimately insane person.
...was his first thought. Then, recent memory chimed in to remind him about angels, Genesis, folks selling their souls, a super-powered cowboy out of hell, and a family of fucked-up voodoo peddlers who ran an underground fighting ring.
Maybe there was something to be said for keeping an open mind, here.
Which didn't make the whole thing sound much less mad. He didn't know which part of it he ought to respond to first — so, to stall, he contemplated the remainder of his whiskey, and the question of a second bottle.
"Well, I won't say no to havin' one in reserve, as long as you're offerin'."
All right. One thing at a time. He could keep the supernatural shite to one side for the moment. There were practical concerns, and two words in particular had stood out among all the nonsense: your apartment.
"So that place I woke up in. You're sayin' it's mine?"
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...was his first thought. Then, recent memory chimed in to remind him about angels, Genesis, folks selling their souls, a super-powered cowboy out of hell, and a family of fucked-up voodoo peddlers who ran an underground fighting ring.
Maybe there was something to be said for keeping an open mind, here.
Which didn't make the whole thing sound much less mad. He didn't know which part of it he ought to respond to first — so, to stall, he contemplated the remainder of his whiskey, and the question of a second bottle.
"Well, I won't say no to havin' one in reserve, as long as you're offerin'."
All right. One thing at a time. He could keep the supernatural shite to one side for the moment. There were practical concerns, and two words in particular had stood out among all the nonsense: your apartment.
"So that place I woke up in. You're sayin' it's mine?"