Who: Nick and Cassie watchthefuture What: Pre-apartment hunting drinks When: 24/3 Where: The Rabbit Hole Status: Ongoing/Closed Warnings: None so far, will update if needed
Nick sat at the bar, running his fingers over the rim of the glass of whiskey bought for him by a kind older guy who took one look at him and said, "You must be new here. Have a drink." So Nick did.
He was still wrapping his mind around this place and the fact that he was transported here by magic. Give him Watchers, Stitchers, Pushers and it's just another day in his life. Magic? Hell no. Well, apparently it is going to be part of his everyday life for as long as he's stuck here.
Nick closed his eyes and ran his hand over his face, wondering if his Cassie - because apparently there are multiples (it made his head hurt) - saw what would happen to him. He felt like an utter asshole for leaving her behind even though it wasn't his fault. But he promised her, dammit. And he kept his word, though apparently not this time.
He could only hope that Kira found Cassie before Division did and that they managed to put their dislike of each other behind them. If Nick couldn't be there to keep Cassie safe, Kira would. At least he hoped so.
Thinking about his Cassie and Kira made him want to punch something. He doubted the bartenders here would take to him if he was to leave a hole in the bar. He stared at the amber liquid in his glass and downed it in one gulp, grimacing at the taste. It was quality whiskey but after months of finishing off Cassie's stashes of less than stellar whiskey, Nick missed the taste of cheap whiskey. He was so fucked.
Speaking of fucked, his mind supplied. He was meeting Cassie - a Cassie, different Cassie, but the same at once, if the attitude was anything to go by. He nearly hit on her before he found out her name and wow, wouldn't that have been awkward. His Cassie was just 14 and this Cassie was... He didn't even know. And he found he didn't even care because it's been too long that he's been trying to ignore that pull between him and his Cassie (his fourteen year old Cassie who glared at him for even trying to comfort her, his Cassie who never stayed in one place long enough to make friends or find a boyfriend, his Cassie with her purple stained fingers and purple streaks in her hair; he missed her like a limb). If it was the same here, he wasn't sure what he'd do. Make it up as he went along, he supposed. It was what he was good at.
The older guy looked at him questioningly when Nick sighed loudly. Nick shrugged.
"Got a pretty girl to impress by flirting two drinks out of the bartender and I don't feel like making an ass out of myself," he explained.
"You just arrived and got yourself a pretty girl? Damn, son, I'll pay for those drinks and good luck to you," the man replied and flagged down the bartender, explaining the situation. The bartender didn't even crack a smile or bat an eye and just nodded at Nick.
Nick nodded back and looked over his shoulder at the door. Cassie should arrive any minute now and he didn't want to miss a second of it.