Cassidy sank into the chair next to Matt's, placing the bottle between them and draining half the whiskey from his glass in a long, slow swallow, as easy as if it were water. One hit off the pipe had been barely enough to make him feel anything, but there was something there: he could sense it in the way the whiskey had a slightly different bite, how the creamy undertones of its flavor melded with the sweetness of the smoke.
Matt's story of how he'd ended up alone was more in line with what Cassidy expected than some harmonious vampire clan.
"I think it's for the best I was left largely on me own," he said. "Someone who goes around attackin' random fellas in a swamp, I mean, what kind of a role model is that anyway?"
A beat, wherein he blinked off into the distance, and a new thought occurred.
“Now, me natural mum... she was a good soul, she was. Used to take us to the beach on Sunday. All the other poor bastards would be at church; we’d have the run of the place.” His gaze, which had gone distant, then snapped back into the room. “Bet they’ve got swimmin’ here in the summer. That’ll be a plus.”
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Date: 2018-01-04 04:25 pm (UTC)Matt's story of how he'd ended up alone was more in line with what Cassidy expected than some harmonious vampire clan.
"I think it's for the best I was left largely on me own," he said. "Someone who goes around attackin' random fellas in a swamp, I mean, what kind of a role model is that anyway?"
A beat, wherein he blinked off into the distance, and a new thought occurred.
“Now, me natural mum... she was a good soul, she was. Used to take us to the beach on Sunday. All the other poor bastards would be at church; we’d have the run of the place.” His gaze, which had gone distant, then snapped back into the room. “Bet they’ve got swimmin’ here in the summer. That’ll be a plus.”