[ as it nears eight, cassidy heads to the hanged man. though he's started varying his wardrobe of late, whenever he goes to this particular tavern he likes to wear his own clothes from his own time, and he doesn't feel at all out of place. so he arrives in his loose white shirt, silk waistcoat, and breeches, his red sash and leather belt about his waist, a knife tucked into his boot.
roxy is, of course, lovelier in person than she appeared over the comm – and that was quite lovely to begin with. it's more than just her looks, though; she's charming but rough around the edges, which hits all the right buttons with him.
they're on the third (or fourth? honestly, he's lost count) round of drinks, and he's laughing at something she said as his hand reaches across the table, his fingers brushing hers oh so casually. ] You know, I had a notion I'd like you. And I was entirely right.
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roxy is, of course, lovelier in person than she appeared over the comm – and that was quite lovely to begin with. it's more than just her looks, though; she's charming but rough around the edges, which hits all the right buttons with him.
they're on the third (or fourth? honestly, he's lost count) round of drinks, and he's laughing at something she said as his hand reaches across the table, his fingers brushing hers oh so casually. ] You know, I had a notion I'd like you. And I was entirely right.