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Cassie Bennett

Twenty-Four

Kentucky - Tribeca

Bartender at Othello

daedeimos:

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It’d be a lie if he didn’t admit that he understood her. Listening to her howl and scream and cry and let the city take it all there’s a quiet ache of understanding. Of course he’d been younger. He’d been mourning and he had been self-destructive in the worst ways before he found new traditions. Sure therapy worked, he’d done it for years, but there was something no hour long session could do quite like the echo of the city. Maybe one day he’d tell her about it, bare a part of himself to comfort her.

For now he lets her lean heavy into his side and doesn’t complain in the slightest. Archie can’t help but be reminded of his own sister before she’d grown to be a person that no longer welcomed his support. It hadn’t been all that long ago that she had come to him often venting and talking about the day and how utterly frustrating it had all been while he braided her hair back. Silly to mourn such a little thing he muses, watching Cassie as he leads the way slowly towards the diner.

Better to let her compose herself.

Archie grins a little, a small laugh slipping free, “Yeah, the city is a lot of things but at least she’s a good listener.” Slowing to a stop in front of the beat up rail and the old concrete ramp headed inside some hole in the wall diner, he’s happy to wait for her to catch her breath so to speak. Standing under the blinking neons of ‘Mel’s Diner - 24/7 - Good Eats!’ she tells him thank you and Archie shakes his head. Reaching up, he’s careful wiping her tears away and letting her talk.

“Sometimes you don’t need to put things into words,” he says gently, “you just have to let it out.” Like he’d said, Archie was going to baptize her in traditions he’d learned through hard lessons and harder times. Back when he thought he could escape his family name. Back before he loved a boy so fiercely it nearly ruined his life. Back before his secrets grew and who he was changed on any given day.

Tonight he could be just Archie and it was enough.

“Cmon, hopefully Angie is working tonight. She always makes sure you get bacon on your fries if you want ‘em.” Winking, he’s gathering her up under his arm if only to usher her up the ramp and towards the gaudy door that looked like a throw back to the fifties itself. Stepping inside, Archie is shifting his backpack a bit and giving a half wave towards the waitress with the beehive updo. It’s as chaotic as ever from floor to ceiling, trinkets and posters and even playing cards decorating every inch where the checkerboard floor and teal vinyl seats don’t cover.

“Now Little May I know you ain’t sneaking by without saying hello.”

The voice catches his attention and steady hands snare him, Archie laughs and lets himself get pulled away into a tight hug. It ought to be comical really seeing a little old african-american lady scarcely tall enough to see over his shoulders holding him in a bear hug. “You’re the only one that still calls me that Angie,” he hums into her shoulder letting her fuss over his shirt and scowl at the sight of his bandaged hands. Of course she’s turning her attention to Cassie easy enough and is quick to smile. “Well go on, mind your manners and introduce us.”

Archie turns to Cassie then, motioning towards the woman next to him with a crooked sort of smile. “Angie this is Cassie, Cassie this is the local legend Angela Russett.”

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Cassie was grateful when they stopped outside of the diner, she didn’t want to go inside looking like a complete and utter reck, although she was sure that this diner had seen worse off people than her walk through their doors. Still she had always held herself to a higher regard. Illusions were a way of life. People saw you the way that you wanted them to see you, so put on a smile and act as if nothing could possibly drag you down. That was one of the many things she had grown to love about Archie. She didn’t have to keep a smile the entire time, even if she attempted to he would more than likely see right through it, he was much like Jenny in that way. Although one way that he was different from her sister in that sense was that he didn’t prod, he would allow her to continue to pretend unless she wanted to talk about it.

She smiled when he reached up to wipe away a stray tear that had managed to escape her eyes once again. She closed her eyes a moment when he spoke. ‘Sometimes you don’t need to put things in words’. She smiled at that. It was a refreshing take on things, especially coming from a family who had always insisted that talking things out and being open with each other was the best policy.

She isn’t sure what brought Archie to this conclusion. She isn’t sure how many times the man had simply yelled in the empty streets of the city. She’s sure that he himself had probably lost track at this point. She wanted to know, wanted to offer him some type of support like he was doing for her but something prevented her from doing so. Did Archie spend his time talking to the city because he had no one else to confide in or simply because he didn’t want to confide in someone who was capable of talking back?

However she didn’t ask because as soon as they entered the late night diner the mood completely changed, as if they hadn’t just been screaming to the wind and she hadn’t been tearing up.

Cassie finds herself glancing around the diner. It’s chaotic and bright and something pulled right out of fifties movie. There aren’t many places around the city like this one anymore. everyone has decided to go more rustic or modern, people pay more for those types of places. However Cassie can’t help but smile, although it seems a little chaotic it’s lovely and new to her and she can see why Archie might enjoy spending time here. However the reason he likes spending time here might be less about the décor and more about the people she realizes when the waitress approaches them.

Archie has obviously known the women for a long time, she calls him by something that she has never heard anyone call him by before. Her suspicion is only further solidified when the much smaller women engulfs him in a bear hug, not seeming to give a care in the world that he is larger than her.

Cassie smiles when they finally pull away and Archie is introduces them. Cassie goes to shake the women’s hand but instead is scooped up in a hug, similar to Archie’s but not as tight. Cassie chuckles a little glancing to Archie, it isn’t often that she gets hugged by strangers. “It’s nice to meet you.” She smiles at the women. She isn’t sure what she’s a legend for, she’ll have to ask Archie later. “I hear that you put bacon on your cheese fries.” She says, a grin on her face.

#|Interactions ⊶ Archibald Maycroft|#|Archibald Maycroft ⊶ 002|

stella-lunden:

☆✮☆

“Oh come on, you know there’s a big difference between talking to strangers midday and talking to them when it’s almost midnight.” She gives Cassie a little nudge. “Then let’s do it! I don’t have a clue what’s showing right now. I mean, there’s almost always a Marvel movie? Or maybe a horror movie.” The thought of a huge bucket of movie theater popcorn actually sounds amazing at the moment. Stella’s sure that no matter what was playing, it would be worth going to. Once they’ve crossed the street, Stella looks up, checking the street name to figure out how close they are to a theater. “We’ll see when we get there, I guess… How fast can you run?” She half-jokes, considering they might miss a couple minutes of the beginning of the film, but it’s also not a big problem if they actually do.

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“Depends on what’s chasing me.” Cassie says jokingly to Stella’s question of how fast she was able to run, although she did pick up the speed to a more brisk walk than a leisurely one. She really wasn’t in a rush anyways, usually the first few minutes of a film was filled with advertisements anyways so why rush just to watch them? Although she did personally enjoy watching the teasers and trailers for upcoming releases and act as if she was a film critic rating and critiquing them on if she would be likely to go and see the movie once it hit the theaters. “I would also much rather a Marvel movie over something scary... unless you plan to hold my hand and walk me back to my apartment.” She tells Stella, only half joking.

#|Interactions ⊶ Stella Lunden|#|Stella Lunden ⊶ 001|

mrconnorandrews:

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Connor laughed, “Oh, nothing that bad. I just had my typical … rebellious teen phase. Parties, drinking, a little bit of pot, a little bit of exploring that was maybe technically trespassing. And my boarding school claimed vandalism, but I personally thought that painting all the classroom doors down that one hall purple was a nice touch.” he said, grinning at the memory. Truthfully, at least half of his antics had simply been to see the reaction from his parents and inconvenience them as much as possible. As far along in his psychology studies as he was now, he could identify it as a bit of an ‘even bad attention is still attention’ issue with his emotionally neglectful parents.

“Nah, the worst of it is just that I’m very clearly the Andrews family black sheep. I got in too much trouble and called too many people on their crap in rather public ways to ever be accepted with New York’s upper crust again. Not that I mind, almost all the cool people in that group are their family’s black sheep too.” he explained. Where Colin and Chloe were peacemakers, Connor was decidedly not. His siblings could be calm and patient and deal with pretty much anything without causing a scene, but Connor had never seen the fun in that.

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Cassie couldn’t help the smile that formed as she listened to the man speak. She herself had never really been through a rebellious stage, that had come later when she had already moved to New York with Jenny. However listening to the things Conner did made her regret not stepping outside of her shell a little sooner. Yeah the things he had done were a little rebellious but nothing that she would look at as criminal acts. Although now as an adult they might be considered such. The law seemed to be a little more lenient on minors.

Cassie listened to him speak about the upper elite of the city. Personally she couldn’t relate in anyway but she still listened. “Yeah I’m sure that those types of people really don’t take kindly to being called out.” She chuckles lightly. Most of them benefited off of others peoples despair, she’s sure that it got hard responding to people when they called them out for such things. Cassie wouldn’t be able to look in the mirror let alone prance around the city wearing expensive jewels and being driven around by private drivers, not at the expense of others.

#|Interactions ⊶ Connor Andrews|#|Connor Andrews ⊶ 001|

silas--black:

Silas watched her put the helmet on and then paused to smile as he saw how unbelievably massive it was on her tiny head. “Here, let me just,” he trails off and goes to fasten it tighter to her until it feels slightly more snug. “There, should be just fine. I don’t drive like a crazy person so you’ll be safe. Alright, hop on, toots.” He smiles, starting up the engine and waiting for her to get on. “Hug my waist and don’t let go until we stop, okay?” he asks and then finally, the zoom off into the street, cruising down the street toward his home.

Once they get there, he slows and turns the engine off, putting the kickstand down and then getting off. He goes to unfasten the strap on the helmet and help her off the bike. “How’d you like that? You okay?” he asked, checking to see if she was okay.

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Toots. Cassie isn’t sure if anyone has ever called her that before and surprisingly she isn’t completely infuriated by the nickname. She is grateful when Silas leans over to tighten the strap on the helmet because honestly she wouldn’t have known to do so on her own. She climbs onto the back of the motorcycle a little shakily. Once she was situated on the back she wrapped her arms around his waist like he had instructed. It was probably quite a sight to any pedestrians passing by, her tiny frame against his much larger and bulkier one.

Once Silas took off Cassie gripped him tightly. For the first few moments she was afraid but that fear soon blew away with the wind in her hair. She smiled as she glanced around, it was almost freeing to be on the back of the bike. She was grinning from ear to ear when the bike finally came to a stop outside of Silas’ apartment. “That was amazing.” She chuckled softly “I was a little terrified but intrigued all at the same time.” She chuckles, heart nearly beating out of her chest.

#|Interactions ⊶ Silas Black|#|Silas Black ⊶ 001|

fashionistamaisyackerman:

At the sound of a familiar honey tinged voice, Maisy resisted the urge to let out an actual sigh of relief. At least she pumped in to someone that she knew. Surprising thing to do in a large place like New York, but Maisy was thankful none the less.

Meeting Cassie at Orthello’s was something that Maisy is very glad that she did. They would hang out and discuss the book of the week while sipping coffee or tea and just enjoy each others company. Plus, it helped that Maisy loved to dress people up and gift them hand-made things and Cassie has yet to turn down one of her gifts.

Taking her things back, the young girl beamed at Cassie and threw her arms around her quickly in a small hug. “Cassie! Hello, hello, my dear!” She exclaimed, breath visible as she breathes in the cold air. Laughter left her lips before she replied to her. “Ah, yes, I do believe we have had that conversation….” she trailed off and failed to mention the several other people she’s ran in to today while trying to jot down these measurements.

“Oh, uh –” she takes her things and takes a look at what page is open. It’s open to a page with measurements and little notes that would not make sense to really anyone but Maisy and she laughs once more. “I was converting measurements into different sizes. I found a shirt that would make a perfect dress at the thrift shop down the street and there was a couple of different sizes so I’m trying to figure it out in my head and then like, quickly write them down?” She understands her explanation might not make much sense, but her eyes are scanning the page and is once more distracted.

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She grins as she hugs the other back. She was obviously only messing with her, which Maisy seemed to pick up on pretty quickly.

Her explanation didn’t make any sense but it might have to someone who had any idea how the fashion industry actually worked. In Cassie’s mind if she was trying to make a shirt into a dress, which she would probably never actually do, she would simply buy the extra large that would undoubtedly reach her knees without needing any work done to it.

“Oh.” She send simply before handing the notepad back to her “I mean I guess that doing math is as good an excuse as any to be bumping into people.” She chuckles softly. “Do you have a picture of this shirt?” She asks. It wasn’t that her interest was peaked Cassie just enjoyed understanding things that got people to tick even if it wasn’t exactly her own cup of tea. She liked to give people an outlet when it came to their passions, especially in a world where people preferred to talk about themselves than care about others interests.

#|Interactions ♡ Maisy|#|Maisy Ackerman ⊶ 001|

beckettcarter:

he could tell by the way her expression changed just before he hung up that she could tell the conversation was… less than pleasant. “I promise that sounded more dramatic than it actually was.” he made sure to add, gesturing to the phone now tucked away in his pocket. he didn’t want her thinking he spoke to everyone like that, but his father just sometimes didn’t listen. and boy, did he have a nasty habit of overstepping Beck’s boundaries, especially when it came to the little ones.

what she said next made him laugh, and he nods, setting the mug down in front of him before he unzipped the pack that lay on the seat beside him now. “Oh, god, don’t even joke about that. I came into class last week with an apple fritter and, I swear to you, I’ve had at least four students bring me an apple fritter since then. I’ve had to have gained, like, six pounds just from those damn things. And then, of course, I get the three AM email saying: ‘Prof, I missed the deadline.’ with a frowning emoji and I can’t even be that mad because this kid has been force feeding me pastries for the last three days.” Beck shakes his head, chuckling amused. he adored his students, but they were damn good at finding their own ways of getting around the rules.

pulling the book out by the unbroken spine, he sets it on the table in front of her. written across the cover was The Awakening & Other Stories by Kate Chopin. “We’re about to start this one, so I took the liberty of snagging you a copy. I think you’ll like it.” it was one of his favorites, though it was always an interesting read with a roster full of frat boys; Beck tried to drill in each of their increasingly thick skulls the importance of The Awakening, and the impact it had on feminism in the 1900s. of course, that sometimes seemed like a losing battle, he got through to a couple each time.

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“It’s none of my buisness.” She chuckles softly holding her hands up in mock defeat. She didn’t want him to think that she was judging him in anyway because she wasn’t. She understood that some people just knew the right buttons to push and she was sure that whoever had been on the other line was one of those people for Beckett.

Cassie chuckled softly at the older males apple fritter story “Ah any good pastry should be an automatic A in my eyes” She grins “Probably a good thing that I didn’t decide to pursue the career of teaching.” She laughs at the thought of a bunch of students becoming doctors solely based on the fact that they gave her pastries and nothing to do with their smarts or techniques. She glances him offer when he admits that he must’ve gained a few pounds from eating them “You should thank your students for saving your life than because you must have been starving before them.” She chuckles, assuring the man that his figure in no way hinted to the fact that he could go hard on an apple fritter or two.

“The idea of self-ownership.” Cassie hums softly as she glances over the book sat between them both now. It was a beautiful copy of the book and Cassie was thrilled. Most of the copies of books that she received were second hand and obviously used and warn in so to see a book in such pristine condition was enough to get her excited. She almost wanted to ask Beckett to hide it away in his pack until they were out of the café and away from the threat of coffee stains and sticky syrup. Instead she pushed it to the side gingerly.

“Oh I have no doubt that I’ll enjoy it.” She grins “You’ll have to send me a copy of the pace you plan to read it... wouldn’t want to be the star pupil who is in fact not even a pupil.” She smiles. She’s glad that she had ran into Beckett outside of the college one afternoon when she was planning on possibly picking up a course or two. Even though she had decided against it he had been more than happy to send her a syllabus through email.

#|Interactions ⊶ Beckett Carter|#|Beckett Carter ⊶ 001|

silas--black:

He rolled his eyes at her mentioning the scraps and shook his head, a smile on his face. “Oh, Cassie, Cassie. You’re clearly the aunt that spoils the children despite what their father says. Its fine. Today can be his special treat day.” He winked and shook his head. When she mentioned the rain check, he laughed. “Please! Please do not set your apartment on fire. Jenny will be pissed, blame me, and then you’ll have committed arson. No one wins in that situation, sweet pea.” He grinned rolling his eyes.

“But yeah, come on. Food time! But first, dog time. You okay with motorcycles, right? I can’t remember if I’ve taken you on a ride yet,” he pondered, looking over at her and waiting for an answer. “I don’t have an extra helmet so you can wear mine. The place I wanted to eat is super close to the apartments so we can walk. Its a little bistro I enjoy. They do breakfast and lunch mostly. Also Sunday brunch.”

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Cassie chuckled gladly accepting the roll of the spoiling aunt. “Oh you shouldn’t have said that.” She grins “Now I’m going to be showing up with bags of treats and different doggy sweaters that I’ll try and stuff him into.” She tells Silas excitedly. She thinks for a moment when Silas begs her not to set the apartment on fire. He’s right Jenny would probably scold him for the fire even if he helped put it out if Cassie had done it intentionally, however she also knows that it wouldn’t have been the first time so in all honesty Jenny probably wouldn’t end up putting any blame on him and instead simply view him as a hero.

Cassie pauses for a moment when Silas asks her if she is comfortable riding on the back of his motorcycle. She had never in her life been on the back of a bike before. “Honestly I’ve never ridden on one before.” She laughs. The thought is a little scary but she trusts Silas and she’s positive that he wouldn’t be asking her to jump on the back of a bike if he wasn’t confident in his ability to drive. She takes the helmet from him, grateful that he has offered it to her. She slips it onto her head, chuckling because it’s a little bit big on her compared to Silas no doubt.

#|Interactions ⊶ Silas Black|#|Silas Black ⊶ 001|

beckettcarter

@cassiebennett

location // dotty’s corner cafe

there was a problem with always having somewhere to be and something to be doing— it meant that you were always late for something else. it was a fatal flaw of Beck’s, being late. on this particular afternoon, the snag he hit on the way to meet Cassie for lunch (besides horrific traffic, of course) was a rather lengthy and exhausting phone call from his father.

“Yeah, no I get that, dad, but I can’t exactly pull her out of school for a week, can I?” he asks with a roll of his eyes as he steps out of the uber; the easiest way to get about the city in the middle of the day in his opinion, and grips the messenger bag tight to his hip, taking a moment to peek through the window to see if Cassie was already there. of course she was, because he was at least twenty minutes late. Beck sighs and pulls the door open, allowing a couple of patrons to walk out before he goes inside. “Why not? Because it’s school. No, she’s not a baby, anymore. You can’t just take them on these crazy vacations whenever you want, you have to wait until her holiday breaks.”

he was talking fast, walking fast, trying to get to the table before the waitress left so as not to cause any more of a hold up. which he does, holding out his hand to get her attention right before she disappeared, “Can I get a coffee, please? Black. Thank you so much.” coffee was an all day beverage, as terrible for the body as it was. he then flashes Cassie an apologetic smile, clears his throat, and slides into the booth, trying to rush off the phone. “Yeah— dad, I’m actually trying to teach her that your money isn’t a fix it all, but can we have this conversation another time? Because now’s not a good time, that’s why. Yeah, all right. Yes, fine, I’ll call you tonight.” finally able to hang up, he does so just in time for the waitress to return with the coffee, which he promptly receives and holds in his hand as he looks to his lunch companion with a playful wince. “Don’t hate me, okay? I brought presents to make it up to you.” his free hand pats the bag beside him as he takes a swig.

cassiebennett

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Cassie was always punctual if not early. However she never frowned on people who were late, especially in a city like New York. It wasn’t uncommon for the traffic in the city to be harsh or something to pop up on someones radar. However she was used to a phone call or something at least hinting to the fact that they’d be late. She was starting to think that the Professor was standing her up. Then again she assumed that if he was standing her up he probably had a good excuse, a lecture running late a spur of the moment tutor session panning out.

When the waitress had approached her she decided to order a lavender and lemon tea, figuring that she would give the man more time. She smiled when Beckett entered the café, waving to the waiter so that she didn’t run away before he got his order in. Black coffee, she had to admire that in a way, back when she had still drank coffee she could never get it black. She had always needed at least a splash of milk or creamer in her coffee back when she still drank it.

Cassie waited patiently for the man to finish up his conversation. She tried not to ease drop on his buisness but he was sat right in front of her and it did seem a little tense, even the most respectable person wouldn’t be able to help their curiosity.

Cassie smiled when Beckett jumped right into an apology once the phone was hung up. She was going to assure him that it was fine before he beat her to the punch, assuring her that he had brought presents in order to make up for his tardiness. Cassie’s eyes can’t help but flick to the older males bag. She can tell just simply from the outline of the bag that it’s a book which automatically gets her excited “You really know how to worm your way out of trouble.” She teases him “I mean is that all students have to do to stay off of your bad list? Bring you a present or two?” She questions, obviously just busting his balls.

#|Interactions ⊶ Beckett Carter|#|Beckett Carter ⊶ 001|

fashionistamaisyackerman

LOCATION: Central Park WHO: Open

The pencil between her teeth shifted as she erased something in her journal. An idea had struck her in the middle of her walk through the park and she absolutely had to jot it down before she forgot. Ohh – and she just got a new piece from the thrift shop down the street that would work wonderfully with the dress pattern she had in mind.

Maisy replaced the pencil with her pink eraser, eyes burrowing in concentration. The woman didn’t bother looking were she was going as she drew and next thing she knew her journal was on the ground and she was steadying herself on the person in front of her. “Oh my goodness, I am - I am so sorry. Are you okay?”

cassiebennett

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Cassie couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her lips before she was bending down to retrieve the pencil and notebook from the ground “I thought we talked about paying more attention to pedestrians than your designs when out in public?” She asks the women, a clear grin on her face however.

Maisy had become a regular at Othello and Cassie honestly couldn’t say that she minded. The women was always a fresh breath of air when she entered the establishment. It had confused Cassie at first because it seemed that Maisy was more into scribbling things down into her notebook rather than actually partaking in the dancing but Cassie never minded her company at the bar, in fact they had even exchanged numbers one night when Cassie had complained about the dress that she had decided to wear that night, Maisy assuring her that she could find something that she was comfortable in and that would keep the tips flowing in.

Cassie happily handed the women's things back, taking a peak at the notes “Watcha working on that has you so distracted?” She asks her, not able to make out any of the notes herself. She wasn’t sure if it was due to her lack of knowledge on fashion or the fact the Maisy had been scribbling like a mad man.

#Interactions ⊶ Maisy Ackerman|#|Maisy Ackerman ⊶ 001|

jeremiahlodge:

𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔬𝔶~

Jer grins when she says they have that in common, but he’s quickly retorting, “You know, there are only so many Cape Cods and Screwdrivers you can drink until you’re bored with them.” He scrunches up his face. He agrees, both juices are good at masking the taste of vodka, but he’s left wanting more. “I’m sure you could come up with something much better than that.

Jer listens intently as she talks about how she likes to mix things up, even trying her hand at mocktails. “That’s really supportive of you. I heard a sober bar just opened up somewhere in the Midwest, isn’t that a wild idea?” He grins at her, though, because he thinks it’s a nice idea to have safe and fun spaces for people who are trying to stay sober.

“Makes sense.” He says, “You could end up saying the wrong thing to the wrong person.” Jer’s been there more times than once, but it usually doesn’t end dangerously for him. Then again, he doesn’t work at a bar, and he’s probably just really lucky. “Do you have a lot of stories like that?” He asks, brows curving, “Just waiting for the right person?” He punctuates the question with a little smirk.

Jer shakes his head vehemently back and forth. “No, never even considered it. I don’t think I’m the police type, detective or no.” He laughs lightly, scratching at his head as he thinks. “I like the idea of solving a puzzle, too, not just a homicide but the question for a person’s death. I think this will be more fulfilling. Plus… science.” He holds his hands out and wiggles his fingers, like jazz hands. It makes him laugh, at least.

“Please, one of the best flavor combinations of all time is chocolate and peanut butter. Salty and sweet.” He says, as if there’s no other opinion on the matter worth hearing for even a second. “But I also like that ice cream Ben & Jerry’s has with the little chocolate covered potato chip balls. I just… it’s so good together?”

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“Oh of course I can think up something better.” She tells the man with a chuckle. She’s confident in her abilities, always has been truly. “I once got a women to love tequila again after informing me that she could no longer drink it after her partying years were in the past.” She chuckles.

“Honestly that’s a brilliant buisness idea if you ask me.” She says with a shrug “A lot of people find themselves in bars strictly for the atmosphere the place gives off. Not to mention you could lower the admission age if you aren’t selling alcohol.” She hums at the thought. She can’t help but wonder if something like that would do well in the city or fail miserably.

Cassie shrugs at Jeremiah’s question, does it make her a bad person if she does have a few made up stories waiting in the works? “I like to make up stories.” She admits him “was really into writing when I was in high school so I guess that this is my new way of expressing that.” She admits. “I mean it’s never anything crazy.” She assures him “Like I would never take someone else’s hardships as a way to better a story but the occasional fabrication has never hurt anyone.” She chuckles. “You know like ‘Uh my car broke down on the way to work and I had to walk three miles... in these heels.” She chuckles shaking her head. The funny thing is that she doesn’t even own a car so perhaps her actual life is a little more tragic than the stories she tells.

It makes Cassie laugh as well. She doesn’t recall having ever actually seen someone use jazz hands before unless their in a really bad eighties movie or something along those lines. “Understandable.” She notes as Jer informs her it’s a no for police work. “I can understand the interest in it. I’m a sucker for those like murder mystery puzzles.” She admits “And science is interesting I just don’t think I could get over the whole dead body thing.” She says shaking her head. “You’ve got a stronger stomach than I.”

Cassie’s eyes widen at the words that come from his mouth “Wait wait they sell an ice cream that chips already come in?” She asks him, obviously intrigued at this new information “I’ve been doing that for years, squishing up chips or pretzels into my ice cream and I always hate how oily it leaves my hands!” She exclaims, maybe it’s stupid to get so excited over something so small but the less work and ingredients she has to get on her hands the better.

She almost doesn’t notice it when the waitress comes up to take their orders.

#|Interactions ⊶ Jeremiah Lodge|#|Jeremiah Lodge ⊶ 001|

tcmmykane:

𝕥𝕜~

Tommy blinks, laughing lightly when she does a little spin, “’Course ya do, just maybe not Elsa.” He thinks for a moment, tapping his chin. “You’d make a nice Snow White, I think.” And then he nods his head, as if solidifying the idea. “You’re a pretty girl.”

He laughs lightly, nodding, letting her know he understands what she’s saying. “I get it. But, for starters, I’m not drunk, so that probably helps the situation considerably. People lose their inhibitions and forget how to not be assholes when they’ve been drinkin’.” He knows, he’s definitely been there. “I should certainly hope your friends are better than that.” He teases with a little smile.

Tommy thinks about what she says about spice for a moment, mulls it over. “I wonder if it’s one of those things you could get acclimated to?” He offers, arching a brow at her curiously – like, maybe, if she starts slow, she can build up to it. See how much better it is on the spicy side of things.

Tommy sits down across from her and breaks an empanada in half, mostly because he expects it to be piping and it’s easier to blow on the insides this way rather than take a bite and HASHASHASH through the pain. Between blows, he laughs at her comment. “That’s funny, I like you.” He says, and he points at her across the table before taking a tentative bite that’s not too hot to chew and swallow. “I like to do a lot of things. Read, art, watch movies, video games – what about you? Whaddaya do when you’re not serving beers and cocktails to assholes?”

-

“I would’ve preferred if you said Belle.” Cassie was never really into the princess stories growing up, that was more of Jenny’s field of expertise. However the one princess that Cassie did enjoy was Belle and the story of Beauty and the Beast. She liked it simply for the fact that Belle was the only princess that she could really relate to. They both loved books and grew up on the poor side. Family was their life and they didn’t need or want a man to depend on. Belle was strong willed, smart, and kind hearted... the things that Cassie had always strived to be. Cassie noted the compliment but didn’t harp on it for very long. She wasn’t great at receiving or giving compliments so often she allowed them to dissipate from the conversation all together.

Cassie smiles at the thought of her friends. They all were rough around the edges in there own ways but then again who wasn’t? If she had learned one thing from the city it was that there was no use in attempting to be perfect. It didn’t matter how good you tried to be people would twist it into something that it wasn’t, a great example of that being the fact that her own name had somehow ended up making an appearance onto the Blacklist.

Cassie thinks about what Tommy says and nods “Maybe.” She thinks “I mean I’m sure that’s how people who have a tolerance to it started. Maybe you put a little to much pepper on your pasta one day and decided that maybe next time you should buy a little siracha to go with it.” She chuckles. She isn’t sure that siracha would go good on spaghetti but she knows that some people put it on their ramen, right that’s a thing?

Cassie of course had taken the other approach to eating the empanada. She took a bite and HASHASHASed until it was cool enough to swallow. She noted the way that Tommy had broken the empanada in half but couldn’t bring herself to do the same, something about the potential for the fillings to ooze out of the food felt wrong to her. She grinned when Tommy informed her that he liked her and fired back the question in a similar manner after answering. “Well I obviously like to wonder around the dark streets of New York City at night.” She tells him as if it’s a given, a ghost of a smile dancing on her lips “I am also a fellow lover of the arts.” She informs him “In all forms honestly. Reading, writing, art, movies... anything that gives someone a creative outlift.” She smiles. “I’m also a plant mom and feed the stray cats that live around my building.” She informs him.

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itsamandascott

location: anywhere on the streets of new york

“Hey!” Amanda called out, running to catch up someone down the sidewalk on the streets. She’d been chasing them through the crowd for nearly a block from when they saw the wallet drop from their pocket (or purse respectively) and was out of breath by the time she finally got their attention.

Smiling, she held out the wallet with one hand as the other rested on the leg warmers she was wearing. “You dropped this back there. I thought I wasn’t going to catch up to you, I’ve been calling out for you for almost a whole block, but I guess you didn’t pay too much attention cause well, I could have been calling for anyone right? Anyway, here ya go.”

cassiebennett

-

Admittedly Cassie had heard the women calling out for her a few streets back but in all honesty she had no plan on stopping. There had been a man waiting around at Othello for a little longer than she would have liked after her shift had ended and she wasn’t entirely comfortable so she had wanted to put as much distance between the two of them as possible. She hadn’t even stopped to think that the voice she was hearing definitely didn't belong to a man but instead a women.

She instantly felt silly when the women finally caught up to her, holding out her wallet. Cassie quickly patted her pockets before shaking her head with a chuckle “Gosh thank you.” She tells her taking it “I would’ve been screwed if I got home and didn’t have that.” She chuckles softly “I’m sorry that I made you run a mile to do a good deed.” She laughs softly.

“I’m Cassie” She informs her “I mean assuming that you didn’t already look at my ID to gather that.” She laughs.

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hoegrove

vid.

cassiebennett

Yes hi please bow down before this Queen... thank you that is all.

#|(Face) ~ To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment|

jeremiahlodge:

𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔬𝔶~

Jeremiah tries not to be judgmental about anything. He’s pretty empathetic and understanding of the emotions of others as long as they are forthcoming with the way they are feeling. He’s a people pleaser to the nth degree, and he’s been run over more times than a possum on a backroad, but that doesn’t stop him. He likes to make others happy, even at risk to his own emotional wellbeing.

“I, personally, don’t like to taste the alcohol in the beverage. I go for fruity things. I’m sure you could concoct me something really delicious.” He says with a grin because he believes in her confidence. She’s been doing this for however many years, and she seems to have a knack for it, if not a passion. “I like to try new drinks, or signature drinks – even at coffee shops. It’s kind of my little hobby on the side, sampling things that I can’t get anywhere else. I’ve been taking pictures and stuff. I considered doing a blog or something, but I don’t know. I have too many side projects as it is.” Plus school. He laughs lightly, when he gets to talking about something he’s interested in, it’s kind of hard to shut him up. “I should come by, see what you’ve got to offer.” Cassie mentions sob stories, and Jer arches a brow at her. “Do you have legitimate sob stories or do you just make them up?”

Jer laughs at her response, nodding his head, “Yeah, a little bit different. I still have time to change my mind, but I’ve been doing an internship at the Queens morgue, and… yeah, I enjoy it. Dead bodies don’t bother me at all.” He responds, and truthfully, they never had in the clinical sense. He can’t say he would feel the same way if he were to see a body in some other environment. He’ll cross that bridge when he’s taken to a crime scene. “I’m kind of interested in like… helping solve murders and stuff. I know that’s only a small percentage of what you do, but it’s interesting. Like that show, Dr. G, Medical Examiner. She didn’t get a lot of homicide cases, but she was able to really help when she did.”

Jer hasn’t even considered that talking about death or murder might ruin an appetite because it’s quite an interesting conversation to him, and most of the people he’s been around lately have been in similar career paths. It’s normal to him at this point. “I’m gonna get the peanut butter banana milkshake. Fries sound good, too. I might dip them in my milkshake.” He offers her a little smile, “And that is my response to the salty and sweet combination.”

-

Cassie smiles when Jeremiah informs her that he doesn’t actually enjoy the taste of alcohol in his beverage. “Yet another thing that we have in common.” She smiles softly “I think that I am the only bartender that I know who drinks cranberry vodkas.’ She laughs “The cranberry completely hides the vodka taste.” She informs him “Another juice that is great at masking the taste is orange juice.” She tells him, even though he hadn’t exactly asked. She smiles when he informs her that he likes to try signature drinks and dishes anywhere that he goes “Me too.” She laughs “I know how stale it can get doing everything by the book, I always try and give people a chance to be creative in their line of work if they want.” She informs him. “I even started to make mocktails for my friends that don’t drink.” She tells him “Figure give them a little bit of a choice when it comes to options instead of the boring old water you know?”

She laughs softly when Jeremiah asks if she makes them up or actually has any. “I never give out personal details to a customer unless we are friends or they are like a really good regular.” She admits “Just keeps things from getting uncomfortable or potentially stalky, so most of the sob stories are made up on the spot.” She admits “I don’t do it often but if someone is being rude or getting on my nerves I might hit them with something deep.” She chuckles gently.

Cassie could understand the interest in his field. She could understand the fulfilment in helping give someone's family the closure they needed by informing them on what exactly occurred that caused their loved one to die. She would be all for the sort of detective work she just wouldn’t be able to stomach seeing a body, hell she didn’t even like having an open casket funeral when her grandmother passed away. “Did you ever think of going into like detective work than?” She questions him when he informed her that he was interested in solving murders and that type of thing “I mean I feel like that’s probably more prominent in that field is it not?” She asks genuinely having no idea. She just assumed that the majority of the people that he saw more than likely died of a natural cause rather than being murdered. Than again she wasn’t an expert on the subject so she really had no clue.

“Oh thank god.” She says running her hand over her forehead as if to wipe the fake sweat from her brow as she nervously awaited his answer on the whole salty and sweet debate “I was going to have to get up and leave if you told me you found it repulsive.” She smiled softly.

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tcmmykane:

𝕥𝕜~

Tommy shrugs his shoulders when Cassie says she likes the cold, “A’ight, Elsa, I won’t argue with ya anymore.” He offers her a grin. He’s not her dad, anyway, and he doesn’t even know her, so he doesn’t know where he got off trying to guide her in any way.

“Eating a little spicy food isn’t going to mess with my body temperature enough to make me lose any digits or die.” Tommy offers with a little laugh. “Though you’d probably be better off finding some other guy to enjoy your late night with.” He confesses, if only because the two of them seem so vastly different. Still, he thinks it’s nice to have a change of pace with his own company. “Besides, I like the kind of spicy that still has flavor, ya know?”

He stands there waiting while she orders, brow furrowing when she turns to him to order her last one, “A Cuban.” He says without hesitation, then he orders his own right on the back of it, paying for them both. He’s given them enough grief, and it’s not an expensive meal. “I hope you like it.”

-

“You think I look like a princess?” She asks batting her eyelashes and doing a sorta spin as if she’s wearing a large poof dress. She can’t help the chuckle that escapes her lips mid-twirl, obviously just messing with him.

“You’re already better than most of the drunken assholes that I tend to spend late nights with... you brought me to an empanada place.” She informs him. She than realizes how that might have came out and is quickly defending herself “I meant like on the nights that I work.” She laughs softly with a shake of her head “I don’t usually make it a habit to hang out with drunken assholes outside of work.” She assures him.

“I wish that I could stomach anything spicy, everyone is always raving about how it tastes so much better than bland food but I just can’t get past the heat.” She admits. She smiles when he orders A Cuban “I’m sure I will if it’s good enough for you to suggest.” She smiles. She doesn’t fight him when he offers to pay. Mostly because it’s in this moment that she realizes that her wallet is not in her pocket, she must’ve left it on the counter at home when she grabbed her phone.

Soon they have their empanadas and are sitting down at a table when she takes a bite of one that she had ordered “So tell me what do you like to do for fun, I mean besides take out trash and probably despise people for their lack of cleanliness.” She chuckles gently.

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daedeimos:

-

Everyone had a history with these streets for better or worse. People lost everything here. Lives were ruined in an instant, fortunes made, and always always the city was here with a million ghosts in the foundation bearing witness to it all. Archie believed some nights the city had a heartbeat, a gasping breath, you just had to listen carefully in the quiet. So shouting your words? Howling your feelings? How was that anything less than sending it out there into the veins of the city for it to devour in the silence. Cassie cries out, howling words he scarcely understands much less hears and it doesn’t matter.

It’s between her and the streets.

It was more than just yelling for the sake of feeling better or ridiculous and Archie can see it, that precarious moment when Cassie seems to get it. She screams, she shouts, and he stands there listening to the heartbeat of the city thump alive in response with a wild cacophony of barking dogs, distant shouts, and the ever present thunder of honks and car engines. Archie doesn’t judge, how could he? He’s bled, cried, howled, fallen apart, and committed atrocities on these streets.

Holding her shoulder gently, there’s a small squeeze given.

“Hey,” he says with a crooked little smile, “let’s go get those cheese fries yeah?” Pride is easy, she caught on quick and he’s never really tried this with anyone that wasn’t Betrice. Archie had held his sister upright and let her sob and howl and cry because what was there that a city couldn’t shoulder? So Archie pulls her against his side, a steadying arm wrapped around her.

“It’s okay to cry.”

Fingers ruffle her hair gently.

“I’ve always felt like a raw nerve afterwards too.”

-

Cassie can’t lie there’s a moment where she forgets that Archie is stood beside her, that it was Archie who told her to scream her fears and failures into the city. She can’t lie there’s a relief that feels her as her shoulders shake and she allows herself to be vulnerable. A relief that all of that weight is no longer hers alone to bare, relief that a city this size is able to hear her screams and swallow them whole, as if they were so small that they never actually deserved to eat away a part of her.

She’s so lost in the moment that she nearly jumps the instant Archie’s hands are placed reassuringly on her shoulders. She relaxes into the touch, it’s exactly what she needs in the moment. She allows him to pull her into his side and is beyond grateful when instead of wanting to talk about the tings she had yelled he acts as if he hadn’t been stood next to her the entire time. He instead simply suggests that it is time for the cheese fries that she had spoken of earlier. She can’t help but let out a small chuckle, a genuine one, something that hadn’t been available in a while to her.

She allows him to to lead the way, allowing him to support most of her weight as she leans into him. Archie had become like a brother to her. The way he was with her was much like the way Jenny was although he was more likely to allow her to make her mistakes and help her back from it whereas Jenny did her best to prevent those things from ever reaching her sister.

Cassie doesn't even realize that there are still tears falling as Archie leads the way to some half assed diner that would be open this late to get her those cheese fries until he’s reassuring, ruffling her hair as she chuckles. Usually she would hate that, it would make her feel young and childish but in this moment it was reassuring.

“Who needs therapy when you’ve got the city.” She chuckled lightly looking up at him “Thank you.” She said to him lowly “I don’t know how but that defiantly lifted a weight off of me.” She informs him “I feel like I can actually breath again after months.” She admitted with a shake of his head.

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