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brinewitchGoing to bars with Kani was always an... interesting ordeal. Depending on the patrons it could either be a wild party or a brawl. For once, just this once, Cassian was hoping for a little peace and quiet. Maybe the siren would pick some lonely, empty bar or a quaint micro brewery and they could just sit there and sip beer and talk about religion or politics or philosophy or something.
Of course, this being Kani, Cassian wasn't surprised when the strutting peacock lead him to a bar where the music made the sidewalk rumble.
"Maybe I'll just go to the cafe down the street, okay?" He tried to gently suggest it, but the tall fairy wasn't really having any of that.
"Aw, I love goin' drinkin' with ya though! Ya need ta get outta yer shell, Cassy, can't be Mr. Tiny Shy Guy ferever, whatcha gonna do when some lady likes ya?" The flat look behind the owl glasses was proof of the answer of that.
"Are you even aware of what a priest does, Kani?" He sounded frustrated, almost pleading, and the siren rolled his eyes back and thought, sighing dramatically and cocking a hip.
"Uuuh.... somethin' about marriages and dunkin' babies. What's that gotta do with kissin' girls?"
"We don't kiss girls. Priests don't get married, they're chaste. I told you that before-"
"I thought you was lyin' ta get outta kissin' that wookie that liked ya in the Drunk Dragon." The indignant sputtering just made Kani giggle, and he more or less grabbed Cassian's hand and dragged him stumbling and protesting into the bar. "Awwright, we'll be gone in an hour, quit bitchin'!"
Inside the bar, it was dim, loud, hot and filled with people in various different states of intoxication. There was at least one man passed out at his table, which Kani swept by without notice, and he set himself down at the bar, patting the seat next to him. Resigned, Cassian took the seat beside him, massaging his temples lightly with his fingers. Kani, as usual, did not order alcohol.
"Glass o'water, I'm drivin'." The lie he told every time he went out to bars. At first, Cassian wondered why Kani even enjoyed going to bars, considering the siren wouldn't drink. Then he started picking up on the patterns the fairy displayed every time he left for one. Tonight was no different, those mismatched eyes were scanning the crowd and the folks at the bar, sipping his water like a fine wine. It reminded Cassian of some hungry crocodile eying zebra around a watering hole. Just waiting for someone stupid enough to get too close-
Ah, there she was, a buxom red head with a streak of black in her hair, taking a seat beside the fairy and ordering a Scotch. Cassian didn't bother to watch as Kani's face lit up and he busied himself with charming her. It'd work, it always did. While Kani was crass and loud, he was also endlessly charismatic. It was the confidence, the real confidence. Not some false mask of stammering bravado but every inch a man who believed whole heartedly that he was incredible. Cassian mulled over a craft beer, still a touch bitter about the joke Kani had made about him and Guinness. I'll show him.
He glanced over to see the siren more or less having dry sex at the bar with the woman. That didn't take long. She was half out of her seat, tittering and giggling as he mumbled compliments and sweet nothings into her ear. Looked like Cassian was going to have to get a different room for the night at the hotel. He would have left it at that had not a roar cut the air, and a shape lumbered towards the two.
Cassian jerked up to see a man, massive in size trundle towards the two. It was honestly as if someone had put a trench coat and a fedora on a tank. He was built like approximately two brick shit houses, hair slicked back under his hat and a scruffy patch of hair clinging to his chin. A strange mixture of incredibly unattractive and handsome characteristics that meshed unpleasantly together to form... whatever this was. Cassian knew what was going to happen before it even started, he made a move to grab Kani, but it was far too late, for the dear lady's valiant knight opened his maw and spoke:
"Dude! Fucking groping a woman in a public bar? What are you a fucking animal, she's a woman not a hunk of meat!" The woman in question stared at him in a half drunken haze, slurring out a short 'who are you' before the good Sir continued. "She's drunk too, you fucking rapist, she can't even tell you no-"
Cassian saw Kani's face go from cheerfully flushed to deathly pale, the smile freezing in a rictus grin. It warped and changed into something that'd look more at home on a snarling, rabig wolf, and the long, skinny fairy slithered around his tipsy prize and onto the floor. Now, while Trench Tank was a large man, he wasn't nearly as tall as Kani, and the siren loomed over him by a good five inches, his eyes wide and alight with an inhuman light.
"Wanna run that by me again, fatboy?" His voice was soft and smooth, starting to thrum with energy at its edges. 'Fatboy' seemed to hear the odd change in tune, and stiffened as a thin sheen of sweat broke out across his brow. Cassian felt it too. At least he knew what Kani was doing, there was magic in those words, he may not have quite been singing, but there was just enough. He had to get them out of the bar. He grabbed Kani's hand, but it'd be like tugging on a wiry statue: He just wasn't budging. In fact, he was faintly vibrating, eyes wide, grin still in place. "G'wan. Say it again. What'd you call me ya fat hunk'ashit?" Fatboy, to his credit, had enough will to push past Kani's magic and snap at him.
"You're clearly taking advantage of a drunk woman! I'm just saving her fr-" He yelped as he suddenly got a face full of shaking, enraged fairy. The energy in the air was palpable, it was like stepping out of the house into an electrical storm.
"Ya angry? Ya jealous? Ya wanna piece a'that dontcha? Yer just pissy cuz ain't no one wants a fat ugly lowlife like you, do they? What's wrong, yer momma just not givin' ya good handies anymore? I know how that feels, did ya try askin' yer sister? Might have to have a go with a fuckin' bag on her head but hey, she does the job. She'll give ya the family deal, I had to go pay the whole five dollars for her last time." Fatboy was crossed between livid and pissing himself, pale and mouthing a series of non-words at Kani as the crowd milled and murmured. It was too harsh and too cruel to be a burn, or even get laughter. It was all vile poison. Cassian was cringing, and finally managed to make some headway dragging Kani out of the bar.
"Come on, Kani lets... lets go alright? We'll go swimming, anywhere you want, eat anywhere you want, we'll go to that sushi bar up the street, lets just go." The siren was unable to take his eyes off Fatboy, even as Cassian half carried half dragged him out.
"I see you around again, Fatboy, ain't no one gonna know where ya went, ya get me? Ain't no one gonna care, just one more fat piece a shit floatin' in the river, think anyone will go ta yer funeral? 'Here lies Fatboy, missed by none and mourned by less'." Fatboy had finally taken enough, and charged at the retreating siren.
Kani didn't swing or shout, he just tossed the glass of water in his face. Only no water ran down and hit the floor. Not a single drop made it to his trench coat. Like so many crystal vines, they slithered up his nose and down his throat. Fatboy gagged, choked, and fell, trying to expel the water out of his lungs as Kani watched him struggle to breathe. Of course, the bar was in an uproar now, someone going to try and help the man now drowning on dry land. No one knew what was happening save for Cassian, who yanked him down sharply and hissed, panicked, into his ear:
"Stop it! Stop it right now or I swear to god, Kani-" The siren looked at him with a mixture of indifference and forced innocence.
"'R else what, Cassy?" The fierce, gray eyed gaze never broke from the mismatched stare, and at last the siren sighed, looked over at the choking man, and gestured sharply with his fingers. He gagged, and them vomited the entire glass of water to the floor, gasping and collapsing in a ruined heap as Cassian finally escorted Kani out of the door and into the night. He didn't say a word until they were a good distance away.
"You almost murdered him!" He shrieked into the night, shaking him violently by the arm. Kani didn't seem to care, fixing his hat a bit.
"Natural selection, he was too dumb ta live. Yer gonna propagate a whole new generation a'dumbfucks, Cassy."
"That's not how humanity works, you can't kill someone for saying something you don't like-"
"But ya can kill someone fer doin' somethin' ya don't like?" That stopped Cassian cold, his jaw tightening. They stared at each other for a time, Kani brushing off the lapels of his duster. "S'what I thought. Not like ya got any better a leg ta stand on then me Mister Holier Than Thou." Times like these made Cassian wonder why he stuck so close to the siren, this violent, unpredictable, potential murderer of a creature. Who spoke so cruelly when he wanted to.
"I want to go back to the hotel."
"Fine. I'm goin' swimmin'." And that was it, that was the end of the 'fight'. Cassian returned to the hotel, and Kani didn't come back until almost five o'clock in the morning, smelling like the sea and sand. He slipped into the bathroom and locked the door until Cassian woke up and knocked. He knew he'd just jimmied the lock with water, because the door unlocked and he was still in the tub, a long, silvery tail with a gauzy gossamer fin slung over the side of it.
".... Feeling better?" The siren looked over, looking tired and dull.
"No. But 'least I ain't angry no more. ... I uh... ... I shouldn't a'said that ta ya, Cassy- ... Cassian. We're friends, friends don't say those things." It was so rare to hear an apology from the siren that it almost struck him dumb for a moment, but he shook it off and settled beside him.
"That's... it's alright. Last night was just a bad night. Maybe next time we could go to one of the micro breweries or a cafe, okay? Something calm and quiet for once?" The siren nodded, rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah yeah, sure. I'm... gonna sleep fer awhile, awwright?" Cassian nodded, getting up and heading out. "... Cassy?"
The priest paused and looked back at him. "Kani?"
"... Nuthin', I... fergot what I was gonna say. See ya later."
"Talk to you later, Kani."
Of course, this being Kani, Cassian wasn't surprised when the strutting peacock lead him to a bar where the music made the sidewalk rumble.
"Maybe I'll just go to the cafe down the street, okay?" He tried to gently suggest it, but the tall fairy wasn't really having any of that.
"Aw, I love goin' drinkin' with ya though! Ya need ta get outta yer shell, Cassy, can't be Mr. Tiny Shy Guy ferever, whatcha gonna do when some lady likes ya?" The flat look behind the owl glasses was proof of the answer of that.
"Are you even aware of what a priest does, Kani?" He sounded frustrated, almost pleading, and the siren rolled his eyes back and thought, sighing dramatically and cocking a hip.
"Uuuh.... somethin' about marriages and dunkin' babies. What's that gotta do with kissin' girls?"
"We don't kiss girls. Priests don't get married, they're chaste. I told you that before-"
"I thought you was lyin' ta get outta kissin' that wookie that liked ya in the Drunk Dragon." The indignant sputtering just made Kani giggle, and he more or less grabbed Cassian's hand and dragged him stumbling and protesting into the bar. "Awwright, we'll be gone in an hour, quit bitchin'!"
Inside the bar, it was dim, loud, hot and filled with people in various different states of intoxication. There was at least one man passed out at his table, which Kani swept by without notice, and he set himself down at the bar, patting the seat next to him. Resigned, Cassian took the seat beside him, massaging his temples lightly with his fingers. Kani, as usual, did not order alcohol.
"Glass o'water, I'm drivin'." The lie he told every time he went out to bars. At first, Cassian wondered why Kani even enjoyed going to bars, considering the siren wouldn't drink. Then he started picking up on the patterns the fairy displayed every time he left for one. Tonight was no different, those mismatched eyes were scanning the crowd and the folks at the bar, sipping his water like a fine wine. It reminded Cassian of some hungry crocodile eying zebra around a watering hole. Just waiting for someone stupid enough to get too close-
Ah, there she was, a buxom red head with a streak of black in her hair, taking a seat beside the fairy and ordering a Scotch. Cassian didn't bother to watch as Kani's face lit up and he busied himself with charming her. It'd work, it always did. While Kani was crass and loud, he was also endlessly charismatic. It was the confidence, the real confidence. Not some false mask of stammering bravado but every inch a man who believed whole heartedly that he was incredible. Cassian mulled over a craft beer, still a touch bitter about the joke Kani had made about him and Guinness. I'll show him.
He glanced over to see the siren more or less having dry sex at the bar with the woman. That didn't take long. She was half out of her seat, tittering and giggling as he mumbled compliments and sweet nothings into her ear. Looked like Cassian was going to have to get a different room for the night at the hotel. He would have left it at that had not a roar cut the air, and a shape lumbered towards the two.
Cassian jerked up to see a man, massive in size trundle towards the two. It was honestly as if someone had put a trench coat and a fedora on a tank. He was built like approximately two brick shit houses, hair slicked back under his hat and a scruffy patch of hair clinging to his chin. A strange mixture of incredibly unattractive and handsome characteristics that meshed unpleasantly together to form... whatever this was. Cassian knew what was going to happen before it even started, he made a move to grab Kani, but it was far too late, for the dear lady's valiant knight opened his maw and spoke:
"Dude! Fucking groping a woman in a public bar? What are you a fucking animal, she's a woman not a hunk of meat!" The woman in question stared at him in a half drunken haze, slurring out a short 'who are you' before the good Sir continued. "She's drunk too, you fucking rapist, she can't even tell you no-"
Cassian saw Kani's face go from cheerfully flushed to deathly pale, the smile freezing in a rictus grin. It warped and changed into something that'd look more at home on a snarling, rabig wolf, and the long, skinny fairy slithered around his tipsy prize and onto the floor. Now, while Trench Tank was a large man, he wasn't nearly as tall as Kani, and the siren loomed over him by a good five inches, his eyes wide and alight with an inhuman light.
"Wanna run that by me again, fatboy?" His voice was soft and smooth, starting to thrum with energy at its edges. 'Fatboy' seemed to hear the odd change in tune, and stiffened as a thin sheen of sweat broke out across his brow. Cassian felt it too. At least he knew what Kani was doing, there was magic in those words, he may not have quite been singing, but there was just enough. He had to get them out of the bar. He grabbed Kani's hand, but it'd be like tugging on a wiry statue: He just wasn't budging. In fact, he was faintly vibrating, eyes wide, grin still in place. "G'wan. Say it again. What'd you call me ya fat hunk'ashit?" Fatboy, to his credit, had enough will to push past Kani's magic and snap at him.
"You're clearly taking advantage of a drunk woman! I'm just saving her fr-" He yelped as he suddenly got a face full of shaking, enraged fairy. The energy in the air was palpable, it was like stepping out of the house into an electrical storm.
"Ya angry? Ya jealous? Ya wanna piece a'that dontcha? Yer just pissy cuz ain't no one wants a fat ugly lowlife like you, do they? What's wrong, yer momma just not givin' ya good handies anymore? I know how that feels, did ya try askin' yer sister? Might have to have a go with a fuckin' bag on her head but hey, she does the job. She'll give ya the family deal, I had to go pay the whole five dollars for her last time." Fatboy was crossed between livid and pissing himself, pale and mouthing a series of non-words at Kani as the crowd milled and murmured. It was too harsh and too cruel to be a burn, or even get laughter. It was all vile poison. Cassian was cringing, and finally managed to make some headway dragging Kani out of the bar.
"Come on, Kani lets... lets go alright? We'll go swimming, anywhere you want, eat anywhere you want, we'll go to that sushi bar up the street, lets just go." The siren was unable to take his eyes off Fatboy, even as Cassian half carried half dragged him out.
"I see you around again, Fatboy, ain't no one gonna know where ya went, ya get me? Ain't no one gonna care, just one more fat piece a shit floatin' in the river, think anyone will go ta yer funeral? 'Here lies Fatboy, missed by none and mourned by less'." Fatboy had finally taken enough, and charged at the retreating siren.
Kani didn't swing or shout, he just tossed the glass of water in his face. Only no water ran down and hit the floor. Not a single drop made it to his trench coat. Like so many crystal vines, they slithered up his nose and down his throat. Fatboy gagged, choked, and fell, trying to expel the water out of his lungs as Kani watched him struggle to breathe. Of course, the bar was in an uproar now, someone going to try and help the man now drowning on dry land. No one knew what was happening save for Cassian, who yanked him down sharply and hissed, panicked, into his ear:
"Stop it! Stop it right now or I swear to god, Kani-" The siren looked at him with a mixture of indifference and forced innocence.
"'R else what, Cassy?" The fierce, gray eyed gaze never broke from the mismatched stare, and at last the siren sighed, looked over at the choking man, and gestured sharply with his fingers. He gagged, and them vomited the entire glass of water to the floor, gasping and collapsing in a ruined heap as Cassian finally escorted Kani out of the door and into the night. He didn't say a word until they were a good distance away.
"You almost murdered him!" He shrieked into the night, shaking him violently by the arm. Kani didn't seem to care, fixing his hat a bit.
"Natural selection, he was too dumb ta live. Yer gonna propagate a whole new generation a'dumbfucks, Cassy."
"That's not how humanity works, you can't kill someone for saying something you don't like-"
"But ya can kill someone fer doin' somethin' ya don't like?" That stopped Cassian cold, his jaw tightening. They stared at each other for a time, Kani brushing off the lapels of his duster. "S'what I thought. Not like ya got any better a leg ta stand on then me Mister Holier Than Thou." Times like these made Cassian wonder why he stuck so close to the siren, this violent, unpredictable, potential murderer of a creature. Who spoke so cruelly when he wanted to.
"I want to go back to the hotel."
"Fine. I'm goin' swimmin'." And that was it, that was the end of the 'fight'. Cassian returned to the hotel, and Kani didn't come back until almost five o'clock in the morning, smelling like the sea and sand. He slipped into the bathroom and locked the door until Cassian woke up and knocked. He knew he'd just jimmied the lock with water, because the door unlocked and he was still in the tub, a long, silvery tail with a gauzy gossamer fin slung over the side of it.
".... Feeling better?" The siren looked over, looking tired and dull.
"No. But 'least I ain't angry no more. ... I uh... ... I shouldn't a'said that ta ya, Cassy- ... Cassian. We're friends, friends don't say those things." It was so rare to hear an apology from the siren that it almost struck him dumb for a moment, but he shook it off and settled beside him.
"That's... it's alright. Last night was just a bad night. Maybe next time we could go to one of the micro breweries or a cafe, okay? Something calm and quiet for once?" The siren nodded, rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah yeah, sure. I'm... gonna sleep fer awhile, awwright?" Cassian nodded, getting up and heading out. "... Cassy?"
The priest paused and looked back at him. "Kani?"
"... Nuthin', I... fergot what I was gonna say. See ya later."
"Talk to you later, Kani."
