#thread. nico&cass

[voxvulgi]

@mythandmonsters​ (x)

[text: Cass] Yeah, cool. I don’t have work tomorrow so meet at 2 somewhere?

[text: Nico] How about down the street from your bar? I go there a lot when I need to think because it’s very pretty and has just enough space but just enough things going on.

[voxvulgi]

a Cass starter for Nico at @creaturesx​

“First, you come with me to the bar and order a soda,” Molly complained. “Then, you want another soda. And you make me go order it for you because you’re too embarrassed to talk to the bartender, who you’re very obviously trying to stare at when he isn’t looking.”

“Whom,” Cass mumbled, too quiet and under-his-breath for Molly to actually hear him. He pulled his notebook closer to his chest and reached for his second, overpriced diet soda. He couldn’t afford a second, overpriced diet soda. But he needed to look like he was ordering something. Otherwise he’d be too awkward-- if anybody could notice he was there at all. If he’s learned anything from existing, it was that only he was aware of the way his shoulders hunched around him like a shield. Nobody cared.

Not that Cass was writing a song about how nobody cared. Or about peer pressure. He was eyeing the bartender for a reason; he had to come up with an elaborate way to describe a beautiful crush, the kind of crush songs were written about. Maybe it was obvious what Cass was going for, but he still wouldn’t let Molly see. Plus, her other friends should get here at any minute, and she’ll forget about him and stop making him want to combust.

“You know what? That’s it.” Molly crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at him. Then, before he could ask what was it, she grabbed his soda and downed it in a matter of two or three gulps. It made her cough a little, but ultimately, she eyed him with determination and said, “Go order your own soda from the cute bartender.”

He stared at her, dumbfounded.

“I’m good, thanks.” That’s what he would have said. But two girls rushed over to their table, oh-so-excited to be seeing Molly. Cass figured that was his cue to disappear, so he said nothing apart from a muted “hi” and a nod when Molly motioned to him.

It was a matter of minutes before he couldn’t bear it. Being right there, with conversation thrown past him, without a single pair of eyes acknowledging the space he took up. Embarrassing himself in front of the bartender began to sound like a relief, and so he picked up his empty glass soon enough and moved over to the bar, notebook tucked under his arm.

Seating himself on the nearest available stool, Cass put the glass down and placed the notebook lovingly, almost protectively into his lap. Then, he spent a minute struggling to find his voice before finally waving the bartender over. Or whatever you would call the motion of hesitantly raising your hand to elbow level while making very brief eye contact.

“C-Can I-- um... another diet soda. Please.”