[ the effect is instantaneous. at the sound of an unmistakable voice, cassidy's wrist jerks in freddie's hand. the shock shoots down his arm, his eyes wide. freddie's face become recognizable, too, with the help of the right light and the transformative power of his grin. even his grasp is familiar, taken with everything else. still, for a few disorienting seconds after the realization hits, cassidy wonders if it really is him. he's been deceived by a familiar face more than once, here.
but even when he's met people with nearly identical faces, the personalities are almost never the same. and freddie's personality is unmistakable. ]
Freddie-
[ but he's talking to his back, at that point. rather than follow him right away, cassidy stares after him, a small, incredulous smile at the corner of his lips, and then asks the bartender for two shots of rum. he downs both of them, one after the other. he doesn't know what he's walked into, but it's not the first time he's let the wind lead him, and it usually turns out all right in the end. the night is already turning out to be more interesting than he could've anticipated when he embarked on this little adventure.
with the rum warming his veins, he leaves the bar and braves the writhing mass of bodies on the dance floor, scanning the crowd for a flash of gold. this particular game is familiar, too. sometimes he wonders if he'll ever stop chasing freddie.
as a career treasure hunter, it doesn't take him long to track down his prize. he's misled a couple times along the way, once by an actual woman with blonde hair ( he lingers with her a moment longer before melting back into the crowd ), but he finally traps the right wrist, spins the right person to face him.
he grins, shark-like, as someone behind him jostles him closer. he bends his head towards freddie's ear as he says, ] You make a fine woman, Freddie Baxter.
[ a strong, callused hand grabs freddie's ass. that, at least, feels very much the same. ]
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but even when he's met people with nearly identical faces, the personalities are almost never the same. and freddie's personality is unmistakable. ]
Freddie-
[ but he's talking to his back, at that point. rather than follow him right away, cassidy stares after him, a small, incredulous smile at the corner of his lips, and then asks the bartender for two shots of rum. he downs both of them, one after the other. he doesn't know what he's walked into, but it's not the first time he's let the wind lead him, and it usually turns out all right in the end. the night is already turning out to be more interesting than he could've anticipated when he embarked on this little adventure.
with the rum warming his veins, he leaves the bar and braves the writhing mass of bodies on the dance floor, scanning the crowd for a flash of gold. this particular game is familiar, too. sometimes he wonders if he'll ever stop chasing freddie.
as a career treasure hunter, it doesn't take him long to track down his prize. he's misled a couple times along the way, once by an actual woman with blonde hair ( he lingers with her a moment longer before melting back into the crowd ), but he finally traps the right wrist, spins the right person to face him.
he grins, shark-like, as someone behind him jostles him closer. he bends his head towards freddie's ear as he says, ] You make a fine woman, Freddie Baxter.
[ a strong, callused hand grabs freddie's ass. that, at least, feels very much the same. ]