[ when dressed in his usual clothes, cassidy stood out at just about any venue that wasn't a ren faire or a halloween party. or a period drama set. tonight he was standing out half as much, wearing his loose-fitting white shirt from the eighteenth century with a pair of jeans. but no amount of fancy clothing could disguise his origins, which were always visible just beneath the surface: the weather-beaten face, the scar on his cheek, the gold in his ears, the way he talked.
he'd been at the bar while texting vex, but had moved to a table against the wall in anticipation of his arrival. the bathroom was right around the corner. when he caught sight of vex, he stood partway and raised a hand. the light glinted off his rings.
as vex neared, cassidy sank back into his seat and pushed one of the two mugs of ale beside him across the table. ] Come aboard, mate. I've been looking out for you. [ his mouth turned upwards in a grin. ] I suspected you'd not be difficult to spot.
[ the way he looked vex up and down then, appraising, said that he was glad to be proven right. ]
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he'd been at the bar while texting vex, but had moved to a table against the wall in anticipation of his arrival. the bathroom was right around the corner. when he caught sight of vex, he stood partway and raised a hand. the light glinted off his rings.
as vex neared, cassidy sank back into his seat and pushed one of the two mugs of ale beside him across the table. ] Come aboard, mate. I've been looking out for you. [ his mouth turned upwards in a grin. ] I suspected you'd not be difficult to spot.
[ the way he looked vex up and down then, appraising, said that he was glad to be proven right. ]