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When; Saturday; 29th of December
Rating; R for Cassidy's mouth
Characters; Cassidy![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beer_over_blood and Faye glock30
Summary; Apologies and retrospect make for romance, right?
Log;
The Underground was good enough for a few days, but Cassidy knew when enough was enough, and cold, muggy, damp and fucking dangerous categorized as enough. He made his way to the surface, his feet taking him to Faye's building.
Too much of a fuckin' coward to knock on her bleedin' door, Proinsias? He lit a cigarette and slumped next to her door, smoking it down. Why the fuck did she have to do that? He hadn't done anything to her. She had been perfect, up until that fucking cough and that fucking Driver bitch. Cassidy flicked the cigarette away. Shit, he missed Tulip. What the fuck was wrong with him?
Ever since God had brought him back - sort of - he had promised to be a better person, but so far he was the same old dick. At least Faye was good to him. She didn't know, and she didn't have to be, and she still was. So he kept trying.
At least he had managed to keep his word.
Rating; R for Cassidy's mouth
Characters; Cassidy
beer_over_blood and Faye glock30Summary; Apologies and retrospect make for romance, right?
Log;
The Underground was good enough for a few days, but Cassidy knew when enough was enough, and cold, muggy, damp and fucking dangerous categorized as enough. He made his way to the surface, his feet taking him to Faye's building.
Too much of a fuckin' coward to knock on her bleedin' door, Proinsias? He lit a cigarette and slumped next to her door, smoking it down. Why the fuck did she have to do that? He hadn't done anything to her. She had been perfect, up until that fucking cough and that fucking Driver bitch. Cassidy flicked the cigarette away. Shit, he missed Tulip. What the fuck was wrong with him?
Ever since God had brought him back - sort of - he had promised to be a better person, but so far he was the same old dick. At least Faye was good to him. She didn't know, and she didn't have to be, and she still was. So he kept trying.
At least he had managed to keep his word.