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[cottoncandypink]

After hiding outside for long enough that he's pretty sure nobody's actually going to chase after him, Wilford carefully makes his way back to the bar and peeks in. Nobody seems to be shouting the place down or waging a manhunt after him, so he quickly runs to the stairs and heads up to his room. The door is still on its hinges, and locked, which is a good sign, so he carefully unlocks the door and lets himself in.

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[irish_vagabond]

"Aye, well...I s'pose there's all kinds," he says, more contemplative than he'd intended.

He's not the kind of vampire people assume he is. Then again, he's not the kind of man they want to think he is.

He digs into his back pocket and pulls out a cigarette, straightening it out before offering it to Wilford.

"D'you want me last smoke? It was your money an' the venture was partially a bust, so... I don't get withdrawals or hangovers."

[cottoncandypink]

"That's your last one already?" Wilford asks.

Christ. He's chain smoking a bit right now, but he's still got enough to last him at least a few more days. A week, if he keep an eye on it.

"What did you do, eat them?"

[irish_vagabond]

"What? I got bored."

Cassidy is not an expert at conserving his resources.

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford is an expert at conserving his resources.

"Keep it. You might get bored later," he says.

He gets up and opens up the door to peer outside. Everything seems quiet - or as quiet as this place ever gets - and experience has told him that if security didn't see it happen, they don't care.

"I think it might be safe," he says. "And I need to take him outside." He nods back toward the puppy, who is chewing on his own foot.

[irish_vagabond]

"Oh, all right, then. Thanks."

He hops up onto his feet and stuffs the cigarette back into his pocket. If it doesn't sustain him, he's sure he'll find something else to smoke.

"Think I'll head up to me own room for a bit. No use both of us bein' found back at the scene of the crime."

Scratching the silly puppy behind the ears, he says, "See ya, ya wee bugger."

And then he gives Wilford a clap on the back. "Hey, we should do this again some time!" That toothy grin of his is exponentially unnerving when he's an adult.

[cottoncandypink]

Buster nips at Cassidy playfully. He likes his new friend!

At first, Wilford almost blows off the invitation to hang out again as just everyday politeness, but he thinks better of it.

"You ever been to a vespa race?" he asks.

[irish_vagabond]

"A vespa race? Uhh..."

He thinks for a moment. There are a lot of things he's done in his lifetime, a good many of which he doesn't recall due to intoxication levels, but he's pretty sure he hasn't been to a vespa race.

"I once knew a stripper in New York named Vespa, but no, never been to a vespa race. Is it fun?"

[cottoncandypink]

"Hit me up when you're feeling like yourself again. I think you'll like it."

It's been a while since he went out to go play a few street games. And it's always so much more fun with a friend.

[irish_vagabond]

"Awesome! Will do. Already lookin' forward to it."

Cassidy steps out into the hall with a cautious look left and right, then turns to Wilfred with a thumbs-up.

"Later, mate!"

And he heads off toward the stairs.

So the cigarettes-and-beer venture didn't go as expected and he'll probably get in trouble later. And Wilford had a less than favorable reaction to vampires. But hey, Cassidy still has a cigarette left, and an invitation to visit another world. Not everything's all that bad.