teen wolf

cass evans, 21, mechanic and general disturber of the peace

[elora-luna]

He sounded childish as he protested the very thought of the change he had suggested, and yet his words meant more to Elora than perhaps she would let on. Cass had been the first person El had met since running away from home who had seen her as she truly was, all her faults and flaws, and had stuck by her anyway. He truly cared for her - it wasn’t lost on her that whenever she was coming over he just happened to have extra food so that she could eat, or that when she knew she looked particularly tired he would offer his couch to her for the night. He was a good kid, and she loved him.

She flinched on instinct as his arm moved around her but then immediately softened into his touch, grateful for his support. She wasn’t used to having much physical contact with people, but she craved it even if she wouldn’t admit it. His words made her chuckle for just a moment, but a pang of regret welled up in her. He knew he so well. Too well. “Yeah… yeah. T’is. Couldn’t help it - picked up this new stuff and it just looked so good…” she muttered, tripping once more, hand flying out for him to steady herself. 

[evanscass]

"You fancy sharing any of that good stuff?" He asked with an eyebrow raised, although his statement proved he knew how she felt, would have done the same in her position. "Maybe once we get home, though," he allowed after a second. "I'm not sure I trust my driving skills after that." Or at least, not with someone else in the car when he wasn't sure he'd forgive himself should they be hurt.

"Alright. In here," he opened the passenger door for Elora and helped her in, feeling her unsteadiness and closing the door as well in the hopes of preventing her from accidentally slamming it - the Ford, although otherwise sound, did tend to respond badly to passenger violence and he'd replaced the door once already. "You want a vape?"

[isabelle-ariel-ambrose]

Both Isabelle and Cass were too in their own heads to see that each was as nervous as the other, both worried about offering anything too vulnerable, both trying and failing to protect their tender spots. It was like they were two damaged halves of a whole, both seeming to tiptoe around each other, to strike out at the other the moment things felt too intimate, too real. But Isabelle was oblivious to this, oblivious to how deeply Cass was feeling things too, how complex his own thoughts and emotions were. Instead she was entirely wrapped up in herself - as she often always was - blind to what was going on in front of her.

“Okay- okay, yeah,” she nodded, tripping slightly and cursing softly under her breath as she made her way gingerly to her car and retrieving the bag. She cast a quick look back in his direction and then slid into the passenger’s seat, eyes scanning over the slightly messy truck. Sex wax, of course - eyes rolled as she reached out to grab hold of the license, frowning slightly as she read his full name. Cassian Elladan Aengus - three unmistakably fae names and yet he had told her he was a wolf. He certainly smelled like one. Looking back over her shoulder to make sure he wasn’t watching her, she slipped out her phone and snapped a quick picture of the license - something she’d be researching later.

Other than that there was just the usual clutter, and Isabelle only took another moment to assess the mess before pulling out her laptop and beginning to tap away. The twenty minutes he took to secure her car to his truck slipped by quickly, and she jolted a little as he slid in next to her, entirely engrossed in what she’d been working on. “What-? Oh, yeah, s’your truck,” she nodded.

[evanscass]

"Sagittarius," Cass stated plainly as he got into the truck just as she was pushing the license back to its original position, noticing her finger on it and making his own assumptions as to what she might be checking it for. "If you're checking if we're compatible. 19th December, 2001." Not that he knew anything about the zodiac, and the comment was a joke regardless, a laugh escaping his lips shortly after.

"Technically," he added as he reversed out of the space, "it's Tawny Motors' truck. I'm just the one they send on the callouts. Reckon they think my innocent face and angelic accent sweetens the blow a little when I tell people their car's fucked." Out on the road again, he stuck the vape in his mouth absentmindedly, rolling the window down to exhale a cloud of peach ice.

[offeastings]

"that explains your fusty smell," was the reply with half a smirk, glancing up from the screen of his phone before eventually just locking the damn thing and shoving it in the pocket of his loudly patterned trousers. jean-claude took a sip of the wine he'd got from the bar, shaking his head at the others questions about natural beauty spots. "not drown," though, the vampire didn't like the ocean. it's impossible depth reminded him of something bad that happened to him once...plus, he didn't float. sank immediately to the bottom, like so many other corpses. horrifying, really.

"the shining hotel is kind of nice though. iconic carpets, free blood from the elevators, those green bathrooms that should really come back..." the vampires own suite was somewhat dated yet, he loved that about it. "and shelley duvall? it's the perfect getaway,"

[evanscass]

"And my fresh faced innocent appeal too?" He enquired as a retort to the insult, taking no offence from it, the banter obvious enough in its joking intent for Cass to avoid his normal hotheaded response - his temper had a tendency to flare at the slightest thing, but it was something he was at least able to tame for the sake of a joke.

"Not drowned," the words repeated from the vampire's statement. Which naturally meant Cass' head was filled immediately with questions as to what had happened, but he supposed that was probably inappropriate. They weren't close. "It's an aesthetic film," he could agree on that. "But I'm still not sure I'd want to live there. Be my guest, though."

[elora-luna]

Even though he was only teasing the words stung just a little - she knew how she was perceived. Dirty-ish baggy clothes, straggly hair, zero skills when it came to makeup - she tended not to care much about her appearance but there were moments like these when she remembered that perhaps she should care. No-one was ever going to find her attractive if she didn’t at least put a little bit of effort in. “Ha. Funny. God can you imagine me with bleached blonde hair? Don’t think I could pull that look off y’know,” she slurred, tripping just a little as she closed the gap between them. Cass had a penchant for blondes, that much was clear, and Elora was relieved that she fell within the brunette category. The two were mates and she’d never considered him as anything more than that.

“Yeah? Mmkay. Sorry, bit wobbly,” she chuckled softly, taking another tentative step towards him as her hand found his arm, steadying herself slightly. “Fuck- I was fine till like ten minutes ago. Fucking wrecked mate,” she mumbled, offering him a tired smile. “Joy Division, the Cass special. C’mon then. What're you doing out this late anyway?” she asked, feet dragging a little as she blinked slowly beginning to make her way towards the direction of his car.

[evanscass]

”I can’t imagine you as anything but who you are. I mean, I wouldn’t want you to be anyone else either. I’m friends with you the way you are,” Cass said petulantly, unhappy at the idea of a different Elora despite it being he who had suggested it. Well, he couldn’t exactly allow his one friend to be changed in any way. He couldn’t see himself finding another, he hadn’t even intended to have one close friend. Which was exactly why he’d have to protect her, and his arm went around Elora as she stumbled, trying to provide gentle support, stop her falling right on her face as he led the way back to the car. “I thought the Cass special was shooting up and chasing it with a joint,” Cass suggested with a dark laugh, for just a moment a look of discontent with himself crossing his face, before he covered it, expression returning to one of emotionless humour. “‘S why I’m out late finding you, isn’t it?” Answering her question with a question, he left it at that, reluctant to divulge the sleepless nights he seemed to experience more often than not, brief spells of sleep ruined by nightmares forcing him awake again, until he ended up giving up and allowed himself to just lay there staring at the ceiling.

[isabelle-ariel-ambrose]

Despite the fact that Isabelle had convinced herself that Cass was the most irritating person on the planet, and despite the fact that he was using the nickname in jest, turning it back on her with the same tone she had used on him, it still made her stomach flip. For a second a future flashed in front of Isabelle’s eyes, one where he called her baby with sincerity, where he held her hand, where they kissed and cuddled and- She let out a soft hum, frown only deepening as she glared back at him. Those intrusive thoughts only made her even more determined to prove her dislike for him, and she was about to bite back with some catty retort when her eyes drifted to his newly exposed ears. Slightly pointed in a way that only a fae’s could be, her eyebrows raised in surprise. She was sure he had told her he was a wolf, but perhaps she was remembering wrong.

And then he recited word for word exactly what she had told him about her profession, her studies, the ease with which he remembered each detail making her stomach turn once more. He had listened to her, actually listened to her. What was she supposed to do with that? Clearing her throat delicately, her arms loosened and then dropped to her sides, frown fading as blue eyes found his once more. “Sorry. Sorry I-“ she sighed softly. “I have this big presentation at work, and I’m stressed. Sorry for being so bitchy,” she mumbled, eyes dropping down to the road between them. She was not usually one to apologise, and the act made her uncomfortable.

“Yes. Yeah- yeah. I can do that,” she nodded slowly. “Let me just get my bag from the boot - I need to work while we drive.”

[evanscass]

"'S fine," and the words came out as an exhale, a sigh more than a sentence, his expression partially one of resignation and partially one of regret, wondering too late why he had let those words come out. In the moment, he'd felt vindicated, that he was proving a point by showing her that he wasn't like the other guys she'd tried to pin him down against, that he'd remembered every little detail she'd said to him, every tiny irrelevant fact she'd thrown at him without thinking as she said it. And yet now that he'd cooled off, Cass regretted it. Maybe by doing so, he'd given an impression that he was obsessed, given himself away as feeling a little more attached than he might have liked. Typical of him, really, to act impulsively and later be upset at the consequences. "You can go get it now, then. Um, if you really need to work."

The whole process of winching the car onto the tow truck, securing it and making sure it was as unlikely as possible to roll away only took him fifteen or twenty minutes - he was trying to rush, but reluctant to be careless - and by the time he slid into the driver's seat and reached over to unlock the door for Isabelle he was acutely aware of her eyes on him and hoped he wasn't flushing pink at it.

It was Cass who normally did the callouts, and so the truck cab carried traces of Cass within it, visible to anyone who ended up getting in. a Mr Zog's Sex Wax air freshener, hanging alongside a driver's license proclaiming that one Cassian Elladan Aengus Evans was qualified to drive the truck - when he bothered to shave, he'd found he was frequently mistaken for being younger, and the proof of driving capability shut up the questions quickly enough to stop him saying something snarky - three used elf bars in the side pocket of the passenger door, an unopened one still in the box right next to them for when his current one ran out, and his current peach ice Blu-tacked to the steering wheel since Cass had long since tired of losing it. Empty box of codeine balanced on the dash, half empty one sticking out of the glove compartment, Joy Division CD haphazardly stuck in the cupholder, and music came on as soon as he turned the key in the ignition - The Cure - a little too loud to be comfortable for Isabelle, probably.

He turned the volume down, out of silent consideration. "Uh, I usually vape and drive, if that's... okay?"

[elora-luna]

Cass. One of the few people Elora had met since moving to Calypso who had somehow managed to slip through the cracks, get past the wall Elora liked to pretend she was so good at maintaining. He was cool, aloof, charming and sarcastic - you wouldn’t think much of him. And yet the next thing El knew, he’d been cooking her dinner, letting her sleep on his couch, sharing the weed he’d just bought off of her. A good guy, despite what some might say, and someone El had come to love and need more than she would care to admit.

Funny that he seemed worried about her when his usual was a quarter of an ounce and at least two hits of heroin - the boy was a bit fucked in the head, but who was she to judge. “Charming. You really know how to make a lady feel good about herself,” she drawled, voice dripping in sarcasm, although the words didn’t make her feel the best. Not because she was worried about herself, more that she hated to worry him. Hated the thought that she might ever be a burden. “A lift? Yeah… yeah. That’d be good. If that’s all good…” she nodded, hoisting her backup up a little on her narrow shoulder.

[evanscass]

Younger than her though he might be, he sometimes felt a little like an older brother to El. More cynical, maybe a little more suspicious, concerned for her. Cass hadn't asked to feel that way, but it seemed near impossible to shake the protective feelings, and so he had to let them be where they were and do what he could to help the girl. "Hey, since when were you a lady? Anyway," smile not quite reaching his eyes, "you know I'd only try it on if you bleached your hair. Got to have some restrictions," he explained with a nonchalant shrug, as if he hadn't rampaged through half the town's beds with little concern for any such restrictions. Still, he'd never seen Elora that way, and doubted he ever would.

"Calm, I'm parked over there," he gestured vaguely toward the end of the alley, where a crack of light indicated that it opened up into a bigger street, one with more space on the side of the road for him to parallel park and hope he didn't end up with another parking fine. "It's no problem. Long as you don't mind Joy Division." His car, albeit reliable from an engine perspective, had no aux and a CD player which lacked the ability to skip songs. Which Elora would likely be aware of from the last time Cass had driven her home and put in the other CD available - David Bowie, obviously. But he'd humour her with the second option this time.

[isabelle-ariel-ambrose]

“You need a good haircut,” she was all she could manage, eyes flitting over the floppy curls he was trying and failing to push out of his sight. “Or are you trying to go for the rat boy Matty Healy look? Cause it’s not working baby, promise you that,” she smirking softly. A lie. She thought he was gorgeous. The expression was quick to be wiped from her face as he seemed to almost sneer at her, and her thick brows furrowed, cheeks flushing an uncomfortable pink - she was cursing internally now, the blush a dead giveaway that he’d managed to get under her skin, managed to embarrass her. But for fucks sake, she was an engineer - she should’ve known that of course he couldn’t whack oil into a hot engine.

“Right. Yeah,” she muttered, blinking quickly as her eyes looked anywhere but back at him, arms tightening against her chest. “Y’know, you don’t have to be so fucking condescending. I’m actually- I’m- I’m not just some dumb blonde,” she almost spat, tone much more emotional than she had wanted it to be. “That’s why you went for me in the first place though right? Dumb blonde, big tits, easy root,” she huffed, shaking her head. She wasn’t lying - this was genuinely what she believed. Because it was why they always went for her. Why the prince she’d left in the fae realm had been so fucking eager to marry her, to lock her in, to own her somehow so that others couldn’t.

“So do I have to sit in your car with you while you tow me? Because I’d rather pull my eyelashes out one by one,” she answered quickly, choosing to ignore his final comment.

[evanscass]

"Are you offering to give me one, baby?" He mimicked her tone as he settled on just pushing all of his hair back and behind his ears, slightly pointed tips now visible, gold hoop hanging from his left earlobe - silver was no longer a wise choice, being a werewolf, he'd found that out the hard way and had to swap the jewellery out, reluctant to ditch the piercing altogether. Her blush elicited an emotion that Cass was so unused to experiencing that he couldn't quite name it, was it a desire to apologise? Guilt, perhaps? He hadn't meant to embarrass her, and for the first time in a while, he cursed himself for being so harsh.

"You're a mechanical engineer," he noted with quiet confidence, details of the night having slipped back into his mind over the course of their conversation. "Graduated from uni with honors. Made a point of telling me, actually. You're witty, and you rejected me twice because you had the exact same thought you're having right now, that I'm only interested in your fucking tits. So no, Isabelle," Cass said tiredly. "I don't think you're dumb. I do think that you don't trust me to do my job, though." A dry laugh punctuated his sentence, humour lacking in its tone.

"Unfortunately," he finished with a wry smile, "our risk assessment doesn't cover the risk of you pulling your own eyelashes out. It does, however, make me liable if your car rolls off while I'm towing and you're in it. And I don't even think my full name would fit on a subpoena, so fancy sparing me that hassle?"

[isabelle-ariel-ambrose]

As infuriating as he was, she was drawn to him, and what’s more, he was one hundred percent right. Her night with him, while hazy, had been nothing short of magic. He’d made her feel better than anyone ever had before, had been equal parts rough and soft, taking the time to figure out what seemed to make her tick. It had taken her off guard - she was used to men getting in and out quickly, both literally and emotionally. But Cass had been different, and while she’d loved it in the moment, it had been too much to process when she’d been lying in his bed the next day. 

“Sure, fine, you made me cum. Congrats. Put it on the resume,” she sneered, eyes rolling as she moved to tuck yet another stray strand of hair behind pointed ears - one of the few fae features she was unable to hide with her fae glamour. Slanted blue eyes remained fixed to his frame as he loped towards her, his arrogance thick in the air as he looked between her car and her face. God he was irritating. “Right. Brilliant. Clever boy,” she answered, clapping slowly as she rolled her eyes once more. “So- you gonna top it up with oil now or…?”

[evanscass]

"Mechanic, months January through December of the hot werewolves calendar, giver of pleasure to any consenting adult, I guess that's a pretty packed resume," he shot back with equal snark, pushing his own hair out of his eyes in exasperation - it was a little too long, he'd not found the time to get it cut and hadn't trusted himself with the scissors, and so a few stray curls were constantly hanging into his eyes, sometimes sticking on his eyelashes and wreaking further havoc. "No," Cass said, and grinned, a shark like expression with a slightly predatory air to it.

"Not right now, anyway." He had walked back over to her by this point, and stood right opposite her their height difference was apparent, Cass being forced to glance down to make eye contact. He avoided this by looking up at the sky, instead, to avoid Isabelle's gaze further. "It's still overheating. Gotta wait for your engine to cool down before I top it off, or the oil will just sputter everywhere. I can tow you to the hotel and then top it off in the parking lot, probably." Car park, he silently corrected himself, having used an American term without meaning to and subsequently experiencing a brief surge of identity crisis. "Unless you'd rather stand staring at me for half an hour or so, which I'm not gonna bet on."

[elora-luna]

OPEN STARTER LOCATION: Allard Alley STATUS: OPEN

Impaler was Elora’s go to spot when dealing, but tonight had been a quiet one and so she found herself a little buzzed, trawling up and down Allard Alley, kicking the occasional stone into the street as she walked. Perhaps she might find someone interested in buying from her - the area tended to attract a slightly more rough set of folks. Not that Elora minded - she preferred it. Preferred to be among those who were perhaps just as messed up as she was.

Rounding the corner her shoulder nudged against someone else’s and she let out a lazy little chuckle, hooded eyes glancing blearily up the stranger. “M’sorry mate- y’alright? Ah- you looking for anything?” she asked, brows crinkling as she shifted on her feet.

@calypsostarters

[evanscass]

"Just the usual," Cass said amiably. He'd known where to find Elora on his way back from work - how could he not, when he ended up using her services so regularly - but he couldn't quite lie to himself and say their interactions were purely business transactions anymore. He didn't enjoy the feeling of caring about people, didn't enjoy having someone else to let down, but he'd been forced to allow himself Elora and that meant he'd have to do his best to deserve her. Which meant subtle check ins.

"You look like crap," he said simply without any sugar coating. "And I heard there might be another weird tidal wave thing. You want a lift back to the hotel?" The offer was there, and he hoped she'd take it, silently begged her to. Even if it was left as her choice, him refusing to admit he cared enough to want her to get back safe.

[offeastings]

"have you even been to a beach? the ocean smells, sand is irritating and there's just the constant scream of seagulls. anyone that finds it relaxing is deluding themselves, or goes at a stupidly early time like 4am just to brag about how calm it is," jean-claude ranted while his eyes were still glued firmly to his phone screen, having to re-arrange an event around other events as the storm had mean impaler had the close for the night. there were multiple vampires with twitter currently on his ass online, after all, for properly shutting and cancelling at 250th death day celebration.

it wasn't that stressful, j.c just hate when things didn't go to his specific plans.

"the draw of the hotel is that is impeccably themed, actually," said as if a fact, not opinion.

[evanscass]

"No," Cass said readily. "I was spawned but moments ago, sitting in this very sofa. In fact," a gesture to the rest of the lobby, "I've only ever heard talk of the mystical beach..." Sarcasm over, the humour really just for his own benefit since he doubted the other would find it very funny, he shook his head. "You don't care for natural beauty spots? Or did someone try to drown you once?" He didn't particularly feel like waiting for the answer.

"I thought the theme was kind of creepy," he added, as an afterthought. "Big The Shining vibes."

[isabelle-ariel-ambrose]

“Oh, I didn’t say that…” she answered quickly, spitting the words with venom as her brow furrowed, blue eyes gaze up at him. His number…? Ah. Yes. It was coming back to her in pieces - perhaps he had given her his number. Perhaps she knew that he had and had chosen not to contact him… it wasn’t because she didn’t like him - quite the opposite in fact. It was that he’d been stuck her brain for a good couple of weeks after their encounter, and it had scared Isabelle to her core. She wasn’t one for relationships - the whole reason she’d disappeared out of the fae realm had been to avoid a marriage - and she certainly wasn’t about to get into something with a mechanic. Scruffy, grubby, rude, arrogant - these were not the traits Isabelle wanted in a partner.

“What, you’re not even going to look at it? Just a glance? Jesus Cass… at least try and do your job properly,” she muttered, letting out an exasperated huff as she absently tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “Yeah fine- I am not your love,” she added quickly, voice sharp as she took a threatening step towards him. “You must’ve been dreaming - or perhaps I’m an excellent actress.” 

[evanscass]

"You didn't need to say it. I got the message anyway," his retort wasn't as snappy as hers, remaining a slow drawl, emphasis on the vowels, low rasp. (Maybe he was playing the accent up a little, just for her, he'd been in the US for years at this point and knew full well if he didn't focus on it then it'd come out an amalgamation of England and America, more difficult to place.) "And I can assure you I know the difference between a faked and a real orgasm. Your acting's not the talent here."

"I don't need to look at it," he added, smirk fully indicating his confidence. "There's one car shop in town, and I've never seen you before, and I'm basically always fucking there. So either you've not been in for an oil change at all, or you do it yourself, and if you're with it enough to do your own oil change you probably would've opened the hood up and taken a look yourself before calling reinforcements." As he talked, he wandered over to the front of the car, popped the hood with one hand, scanned the situation, and glanced back at Isabelle with an air of I told you so emitting from his gaze. "What do you know. Needs oil. What was that about me not doing my job?"

[noxianspy]

fran kranz as marty mikalski in the cabin in the woods (2011)

[offeastings]

he was lounging, eyes on his phone, other hand occupied by a martini from the bar as jean-claude had decided against going outside and getting his suede boots wet in what the storm left. even with battering winds, it was still particularly humid to, making his curls frizzy also - no way was the vampire stepping outside until the cover of darkness would disguise such a thing. the vampire glanced up from his screen, tutting softly at the comment on the roof falling in. "consider me out. this hotel will outlast us all," was his reply. "i don't care much for beaches anyways,"

[evanscass]

"Your faith is admirable," he said with a saccharine tone colouring his voice, a curious expression forming at the next statement. "What'd the beach ever do to you?" Cass asked out loud, the thought coming to his lips before he either had the chance or the inclination to stop it. "Isn't that the whole draw of the hotel?" (That and the slightly more difficult to replicate aspect of being a safe space for supernatural creatures, but semantics.)

[ofcyb1r-deactivated20240113]

" and i was hoping to catch some sun, " which wouldn't be happening now. instead jasper was attempting to get himself comfortable in the lobby to relieve some boredom, whoever was in the room next to him had been making a lot of noise and he was already running on little sleep - irritated at best, doing his best not to let his moods get the better of him. " i'd give it a few weeks at least. but if it does maybe it can take my neighbour next door with it. if i have one more sleepless night i'm going to knock that door down. "

[evanscass]

"What room number you in again?" Because come to think about it, it could very well be Cass and his nightly escapades giving rise to the sleep deprivation Jasper was experiencing. Not that his tone was tinged with any remorse, or that the revelation was likely to stop him bringing people home from the bar at all hours of the night with no care for noise restrictions. He shrugged, and leaned back in his seat, boredly playing a solo game of air hockey across the coffee table using only a coaster and balled up Reece's wrapper. "Ah yeah. Since it's such a rare occurrence to catch some sun here," he muttered sarcastically. "Never see it. It's practically Antarctica."

[dreamsxxnightmares-deactivated2]

Sabine looked up at the ceiling as though she was seriously considering his statement before she leaned over and flicked his forehead. "This place has been here longer than some mountain rangers, I bet - do you think one storm is going to ruin it?" she asked. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a set of bills and handed it over. "Here, I bet on this place -- but buy yourself a coffee or a sandwich or something. You're starting to sound grumpy."

She wouldn't say that she had purposefully sought out Cass. She didn't seek out anyone. Especially not a kid who had the same kind of swagger and arrogance that she had - or she used to have. Damn, the witches did a number - she thought to herself. She crashed in the seat next to him. "I'm worried about the people who need the beach --" she admitted, "How long will it take for everyone to clean up and help the people who need it?"

[evanscass]

"Hot and grumpy is my thing. Chicks dig it," Cass informed her with all the confidence he was capable of pulling together, and grinned widely as he took the money. "Your call. Don't come crying to me when you're down both a roof and ten bucks." Maybe the cynicism didn't really suit him, was a mask he was choosing to put on, but he tried to lean into it anyway, make it fit easier.

"They'll be fine," his tone softened a little even if he tried not to allow it to, similar emotions of concern having crossed his mind. "There's stuff in place for situations like this. Even if it doesn't happen often. And everyone'll help the clean up. This town fucking loves a community clear up," he'd nearly been dragged into a couple of those himself, much to his protest. "I wouldn't think too much about it. You might get wrinkles."

[isabelle-ariel-ambrose]

Already late for an important presentation of the project she was leading at work, her car breaking down was just about the last thing Isabelle needed. She’d gone out the night before and had stayed out irresponsibly late, and then her car had started to make a terrible whining sound before puttering out and slowing to a stop on the side of the road. Frustrated and exhausted, the fae had blinked back tears as she struggled to google the name of the nearest mechanic - there was just the one in Calypso Cove, Tawny Motors, and so she called, a kind, softly-spoken man promising someone would be with her shortly.

Just under an hour later, a car pulled up behind her and she’d pulled herself out from the driver’s seat, ready to scold whoever it was who had arrived much later than she had been assured he would. But then she saw him. Messy mop of dark brown hair, delicate features, a soft dusting of scruff adorning his upper lip and chin. Cass - was that his name? She could barely remember, the messy night they’d spent together hazy in her memory. Without even offering her so much as a ‘hi’ he gestured at her car, voice bored and long-suffering as he stared blankly at her. God that fucking smirk infuriated the blonde, and she let out an impatient huff, brow creasing as arms folded in front of her chest. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t thinking that at all… you certainly look like a mechanic,” she mused, this time her turn to smirk. “I don’t know, like a kind of high-pitched whine? How you sound when you cum,” she added, smirk turning into a devilish grin as her head tilted to the side, eyes scanning his face for his reaction. 

[evanscass]

"Weird," he responded, "I've never heard of a car sounding attractive. Not a problem we usually have to deal with. Although if you liked it that much you could've just called. You've got my number," Cass pointed out. Not that she'd said she liked it. Not that she'd probably even remember him piss drunk typing his number into her phone, barely able to spell his own name correctly, so assured that she'd want to phone him, want to see him again. Well, it wasn't the first time Cass Evans had been mistaken about something, and it likely wouldn't be the last. Stung a little, all the same. He pushed the thought down and swallowed it.

"Sounds like it probably just overheated," he said without even opening the hood, giving the car a disinterested glance over. "So if you want I can tow it back, give it a full look at, blah blah. But I'm willing to bet you've just not had an oil change in fucking aeons, so if you want the alternative is we just wait around for it to cool down a little, I top up the oil for you, and then you get to drive on safe in the knowledge that you saved a crap ton of money and you should probably consider naming your firstborn Cass in penance. Your call, love," he finished on a sarcastic note despite his sunny smile, charity service clearly done for the day. "And for the record, I might've been drunk but I don't think I was the only one making cum sounds that night. But that's beside the point."

[evanscass]

for: @isabelle-ariel-ambrose location: side of the road somewhere

Hungover, dishevelled, unshaven, dirty overalls, the list of reasons why Cass Evans was not looking his best - if he was even capable of looking alright - was long and seemingly being added to every minute he spent driving, making him grateful only for the lack of traffic enabling him to speed and thus end the torture sooner. He'd not intended to be at work, would have certainly preferred to take the day off, but he'd called in one too many favours from a coworker and thus was stuck with their shift in addition to his own. And now some girl had called in with a breakdown, on a day when he really was hoping to just get on with fixing engines without any customer interaction, and as he pulled up he was silently hoping the issue was much more dire than her simply forgetting to top up the water, because a Cass flip out and giant eye roll felt both likely and also inappropriate for Tawny Motors customer service.

Blonde hair. He spotted it before he'd even pulled up, catching a glimpse of the back of her head, and then seeing her turn as he got out and closed the door behind him, he realised the woman was somewhat familiar. (Unsurprising, given his preference, he didn't exactly pass as an unknown among many of the blondes of Calypso Cove anymore, but he truly was not in the mood for an altercation and hoped she didn't recognise him in work clothes. He could remember her name, at least, Isabelle - that might end up a blessing if she got moody with him.) "What noise did it make?" He asked in a bored accented monotone, lazy hand gesture toward her car illustrating what he meant. "And no, I'm not an angelic stranger, just the mechanic you called. I know my god-given good looks might indicate rom com protagonist," he added sarcastically, and allowed the corner of his mouth to raise, amused by his own joke.