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[cassius-banks]

with: @joey-madani

where: the golden hour lounge, closing time.

Having spent the last fifteen minutes obsessing over the fact somebody had spent their evening picking at the wallpaper on the wall shadowed by of one of the booths, it was easy to see that Cassius was frustrated.

( that was putting it a little lightly, still he'd try hold his tongue as he heard joey return from the bottle store room. )

"Hey." He hums, somewhat abrupt as he walks across the room towards the bar, hand moving to pull a box towards him so he can busy his mind with something that didn't make him want to throw hands.

"You want my shift Thursday?" his tone has lightened slightly, but it's still abrupt, and if she didn't know better it's almost as though her refusing might send him over the edge.

( it wouldn't, but his tone wasn't reflecting that. )

"I need to go somewhere and I can't be here, and that leaves the one that can barely mix soda and lime, never mind a cocktail." He needed to deal with that staff member in question, but that was another days problem. "You'd be doing me a solid."

[cassius-banks]

with: @mackmontgomery

where: rooftop of ocean crest, pool day vibez!

"Mack—." Cass shout over to the other, hand moving to crack open the chilled can of coke he's brought from his apartment with him. "Come 'ere a minute, I got somethin' of yours and if you think I'm getting anywhere near the edge of this roof with you—" his head shakes, he'd chuckle if he could bring himself to it, but he's not sure he'll ever find his past incidents with Mack funny. "I'd just rather not risk that."

[cassius-banks]

"Huh—" Cass chuckles softly under his breath, brow cocking at Blue as he cleans a glass behind the bar at The Lounge. "That depends." He pauses in thought for a moment, hand raising for a finger to gesture at the other. "Is the reckless thing more or less illegal than the other thing you were told not to do."

( @kchurcngi )

With: open @aurorabaystarter Where: Any bar

"Y'know, I've been told one too many times I shouldn't do something, lately." Blue began, getting up from his barstool with his drink in his hand. "Anyone else in here feels like getting shitfaced and doing something reckless?"

[cassius-banks]

👀 what was the last thing you lied about and why?

"I told Joey that the delivery person left the gin off of the truck. In reality? Forgot to order it again, couldn't deal with her giving me that stern look, or the sulking about tips."

"Fixed it anyway, we had gin on the shelf before the afternoon bored housewives club came in. No harm, no foul, or whatever."

( @joey-madani )

[cassius-banks]

Griffin: Last thing you did before going to sleep last night?

"Closed my bedroom door so Sebi didn't cry whilst throwing breakfast items at me again."

( @sebitorres )

[cassius-banks]

✗ What (if any) scars does your character have?

"I have a lot, actually, many of em' are small and you can barely even tell they're scars unless you look closely. You know, just from daily life, fucking around. Climbed a fence once and caught my thigh, so thats one, I've gotten one on my finger from when I sliced it open during a trial test in a kitchen — I didn't get the job. I've got scars from gettin' into fights."

"But the worst one? I got one thats buried in my hairline, surgical scar from the accident. I also got a bunch of scars above my knee from where they set it in place, again because of the accident. I'm pretty beat up if you look close enough."

[cassius-banks]

Sloshing not-so-freshly brewed coffee into his mug, Cass' turns his head just ever so slightly to show Sebi he's concentrating on whatever the other wants to say, not that he assumes its good, given the way his annunciation of look began. "Mhmm." He hums, turning so he can lean against their kitchen counter, free hand moving to scratch tiredly at his jaw.

( running the lounge was not the easy ride he'd expected, early mornings and late nights. )

He exhales heavily as Sebi starts speaking, his face pulling into a half cringe, feeling like a teenager being told off because he'd snuck a girl home. "— i feel a but coming." he interjects, taking a sip of coffee as he stands forwards to take the bagel thats just made its way across the counter to him, a silent head nod following in thanks.

"Don't threaten me with your kitchen— spanker." Cass responds in an attempt to make light of the situation, chuckling softly as he takes a bite of the bagel, chewing for a moment before continuing. "You jealous? I haven't heard you getting any in a while."

( not that he'd been home with a frequency to overhear anything if sebi had been getting some. )

( @sebitorres )

starter: @cassius-banks where: their apartment

"look." sebi begins, with a tone bordering somewhere between serious and amused. it a ridiculous conversation to be having, but the poor guy was missing out on valuable snooze hours. "you know i'm never going to be mad when you brings people home." he tosses a freshly toasted bagel across the kitchen towards cassius, pointing at him with a spatular. "but the last thing i need to hear is you blowing some chicks back out at one in the morning. properly close the door next time, for the love of god."

[cassius-banks]

Cassius glances sideways as Cherry speaks to him, he'd only made it through the door as an offering to one of his latest tinder squeezes, but now he was here she'd wandered off on his own and he was stood looking at..

( well, he wasn't really sure what he was looking it, art had never been his forte. )

"Cherry." He begins, pausing for a moment as he attempts to pick his words carefully, his finger raising to point at one of the pieces. "It looks aight' you're talented and shit but what the fuck is it supposed to be?"

( yeah, real careful with his words. )

( @cherryxkoch )

who: anyone! (@aurorabaystarter) where: cherry's studio, 'loose skin' art showing

"Thanks for coming, I really appreciate it—" And heaven knew that she did. Having all her new pieces out on display like this felt like sharing a piece of her soul with the world. It's why her arms kept wrapping around her body in some kind of protection, shielding herself. "If you see anything that speaks to you.. you know.. I'm right here."

[cassius-banks]

"Are you serious?" Cass asks, disbelief present in his tone. "You need to grow another foot before you bring that kind of attitude."

( @carter-harris )

open starter: @aurorabaystarter

where: choose your own adventure bby!

"Do you ever stop talking?"

[cassius-banks]

💔

💔 BROKEN HEART — is there anyone in your life you wish you had a better relationship with? if so, how come? what makes this person important to you?

"No."

"Nothin' comes to mind, I'm not really one of those people that needs people."

[cassius-banks]

Earl Grey Tea: The inevitable Zombie Apocalypse is upon us! What’s your plan of action?

"My brain is already pretty mashed up from that doordash driver so I'm probably patient zero."

[cassius-banks]

🔮 CRYSTAL BALL — what is a core memory from your childhood that you think defines you today?

"My pops going to prison, twice"

"My g'ma is the only reason I had a roof over my head as a kid. Shit stays with you."

[cassius-banks]

Hot Chocolate : Are you an affectionate person?

"Generally speaking? No. But I can be if the end product is worth it, which I find it rarely is."

[cassius-banks]

👪 + Colby

"That's pretty fucked up."

"I don't know anything about him, but I'm sure he's doing fine with his mom. Never needed me."

[cassius-banks]

be honest… do you think you'll last running the lounge?

"You been talking to Joey?"

"I dunno honestly, I think I may have bitten off more than I can chew, shoulda waited 'till I was thinkin' clearly after the accident, spent all that money and I dunno if I can swim. I'm tryin' though, so my g'ma would be proud at least"

[cassius-banks]

"All good things then." He remarks sarcastically, Cass had never really considered the work that medical staff put in until he'd had his own accident. After that he'd found a strong appreciation for the likes of Eric, the hospital had become his life for a while, and even when he'd finally gotten out of the same four walls, he'd been returning for months on end, appointments for various check ups, physical therapy, pain med adjustments, everything added up.

( and he still had frequent check ups. )

"It's alright." He didn't have much to offer about owning the golden hour lounge, his own ignorance refusing to admit that perhaps he'd bitten off just slightly more than he could chew. His business sense was lacking, and if it wasn't for the fact the place kind of ran itself, and had a healthy amount of returning patrons, he's not sure cash flow would be going so well for him. It was a learning curve, and his business for dummies book still sat firmly on his bedside table, page unturned. "Haven't seen you grace the place yet though, which is kind of offensive. y'know, seeing as I spent so much time at yours." He remarks, referencing back to just how much time he'd spent in the hospital after he'd been run over. "Pretty sure I still owe you at least one drink, too."

( the least he could offer, really. he'd had some dark days during that stint of his like, and it was the staff pushing him daily, dealing with every whim of flared anger, that had gotten him back to where he was now. )

( @erickxng )

"oh, you know. death and disparity, and objects in places they shouldn't be. you really don't know what you're going to get." there was never really a moment of peace in emergency. it was a superstition in health care to never say the dreaded 'q' word — quiet. some saw it as a sign the worst was yet to come. "what about you?"

@cassius-banks

[cassius-banks]

Cassius: you got something more pressing going on? Cassius: sure it Cassius: sex on the beach. Cassius: 🤞🏻

Delilah: If I could come down to the bar there would already be one in my hand. Delilah: Is that so? Delilah: Tell me, Banks, what is it that you think I am then?