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“glad you ain’t all that surprised, since i feed into your bullshit every day.” he retorts back, rolling his eyes right back at her. at times she was like a damn child. scratch that a lot of the times she was like a damn child. threw tantrums when she couldn’t get her own damn way. they never got along, not once and he didn’t think that would change despite him being here. if anything it gave him more reason to actually not come out a whole lot now. he couldn’t help the laugh that passed through his lips, his own eyebrows raising. “what do you do? bribe ‘em with dirty money?” he asks her, watching as she took his smoke from him and took a drag, and he just took it right back, snatching it out of her fingers before he was shrugging his shoulders. “better than the arm candy i had.” he retorts right back to her, before he was shaking his head, moving closer to her. “since i know it just irritates you so fuckin’ much to ‘ave me ‘ere. think i’m goin’ to just stay a little while longer.” he tells her, this time pushing her arm away from the door so he could get back inside. “don’t worry. i’ll make sure the males know just how well groomed you are.” he tells her, taking another drag from his smoke, letting it out in a puff of air before wandering back inside with it, that smirk plastered on his face, though irritation was in his eyes.

“See, there’s the difference between us, your bullshit isn’t worth feeding into.” The tilt of her glossed lips didn’t pry into her annoyance in the way his eyes rolled, she’d much rather stick out out as if he wasn’t close enough to the bane of her entire existence at this very moment. Cassidy had never been above her childish nature, barely twenty when she’d been cursed, she’d been forced to eternally live like this, why in the hell wouldn’t she act like it. “Yes, Shane, dirty money. You got me, you fucking moron.” The slipline of smoke that fell through her lips blew with all intents right up into his face, “I know it’s a foreign concept to you, but shockingly enough people don’t enjoy brooding pricks like you all that much, which, luckily for me, works perfectly.” She didn’t brood -- never did she brood, instead she partied, went too hard, too fast, her reckless abandon her own sense of burying her state of self. As he pushed by her arm, Cassidy sighed beneath her breath, turning back into the house, taking a drink from someone she passed with little care to what it was, “I’d rip your mates apart and you damn well know it,” she sure as hell did a good enough job of doing much the same to him. With a slight rise of her shoulders she stepped towards him, feigning catching her foot on something as the drink in her hand tipped forwards, all over his shirt. 

he would be lying if he said he didn’t see cassidy here. of course he saw her. he’d know her scent from anywhere. he’d know her look from anywhere. he heard her and a deep breath left his lips, blue hue looking into her doe eyes. “what can i say? i’m the life of the party.” he tells her, crossing his arms when she refused to let him back inside. they’d been doing this even before he stepped foot in red creek, his eyes challenging hers like hers did his. “what? didn’t realize you had friends ‘ere, eh? someone invited you?” he asks her, blue hue looking her over now. “doubt it’s for that ass of yours.” he quips back, before he was resting his back on the wood of the house, taking out a smoke to light it up. “no one needs to invite me, cassidy. just ‘ave to smile at a cute girl, be on her arm for a little while.” he says, shrugging his shoulders, eyes looking back at her. “must admit, i do ‘ave better things to do than talkin’ to ‘ere with you.” she always knew how to press his buttons, and he had to admit to himself not to her, he rather enjoyed it. “don’t you ‘ave a lonely corner to pout in?”

“Someone is definitely fucking lying to you, Darius, but I’m really not all that surprised that you’d feed into that kind of bullshit. Life of the party.” She scoffed harshly, the arch of her brow shifting higher despite the crease between them as she frowned. The smug look on his face without doubt had quickly become one of her least favorite things about him --- not that she held a single favorable memory of him. He was irritating and as much a waste of her time as he’d ever been, but he bit back and so few people ever bothered to bite back. “Of course someone invited me, dipshit -- you think there’d be this many people her without my being here?” It’d been staple, her immortal college life brought a string of followers that knew she knew how to push the boundaries that every willingly abled body that wanted to destroy whatever sense of a weekend they had with alcohol and party favors, and she was always good for it. “By cute you mean, blind and deranged, right?” Without question, she reaches to snatch the smoke from him, slipping it between her teeth to pull a deep drag from before he could argue. “You sure do, so turn around and get the fuck out, me and my lonely corner here are full.”

“You would fucking be here.” The original spoke through a sharpened scoff as she broke the crowded house party to catch him before he walked back in from the back patio. The palm of her hand pressed into the door frame to block his path as if she hadn’t noticed him over an hour ago, the vicious roll of her eyes even then still seemed to echo irritation in doe eyes sharper than razors as she all but glared up at him, “Don’t you have better things to do than crash, I know nobody here invited you.”

          “That’s hardly comforting,” Clark spat back in matched rejoinder, a flippant grin remaining on flaxen countenance. It only proved to waver slightly at Cassidy’s strange brand of a confession, her insinuation proving far too nonchalant for Clark to full believe it, brows knitting together for the briefest stretch of a moment. “There’s no way,” any sense of a frivolous come back was lost, eyeing her as if an attempt to read her for that brand of subtly she loved to cling to, expelling a breath as if in further disbelief. “C’mon, Cassidy, you can’t bullshit a bullshitter. What — it was just a fever dream or something?” Despite syllables that fell from his lips, Clark could fall into the belief of her tacit reveal, the shock from the initial blow waning ever slightly now. 

          “Is this where you say you’re screwing with me,” Words were near apprehensive, knowing Cassidy had a penchant for a particularly nasty mean streak that was only matched with knavish humor. “I can only hope you are,” Brennan near scowled at his sister, their gauchely unenviable mesh of a family proving his own discontent at her eternal salience to remain astray from them. 

          “I don’t deny that fact, Talbot. You’ve probably been in a firm case of denial since before I was fuckin’ born. It’s a real pity.” He snapped his fingers as if finding a lapse in her sense of argument, a shit starting grin eclipsing his expression, submerged in a basin of amusement, “Besides, I’m not the one who’s gonna start parenting in a couple of months. Better soak up that anger management while you can.” 

          “Are we back to the whole ‘avoiding me’ stage of our eternal family drama? I thought we were cool,” a strangely nonchalant phrase for Brennan to ever utter, especially to Cassidy. Yet he figured with such track record when it came to family matters that it was the only thing he could toss out that wasn’t far to deep to reel them back in to such wretched spiral of fighting that they had suffered through the past few years. 

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         He threw his hands up as if in defense, not able to hide the smirk that curled upon his lips, “I’m just saying you and I both know you’re number one on the list for those that need some anger management,” Clark snorted, such amused expression never fading from his face.

Sawyer needed a cigarette. Since their kid had been brought home, since Elijah now slept in a room not far from where he sat, Sawyer had stopped smoking in the house. He’d stopped a lot of things since he’d first seen his boy, even if he was still struggling with every decision he had made. “Ain’t it your turn by now?” He questioned, turning his head to lock gazes with the werewolf. “Most everyone does,” he grinned now, the edges of his lips slowly curving up.

“That depends, how many of these have you been told to take in the past?” Long fingers reached forward to lift the papers haphazardly and then toss them to the side. “See this is when vampiric compulsion comes in handy, it gets rid of all this mess so much faster. Or you could just be like me and learn how not to get caught.”

                   Holding back the chuckle that wanted to break free, Jamie let his head drop to look at the papers and avoid the eye contact of the werewolf across from him, knowing better than to anger her with a snide comment on the anger that was constantly getting her into shit. “You’re Cassidy Talbot, is there anything you can’t fucking worm your way out of?”

His head shook slowly, barely at the wolf. He didn’t know how to act around her— one, because he didn’t know how to act around anyone since the death of his parents, let alone Cassidy Talbot— and two, because she had a kid, and that was weird enough on its own. Still, he didn’t know why she was sharing court papers with him of all people. “No.” She could try, what with her reputation and all.

( “I know from past experience that there’s no way to avoid these kind of things.” ) April replied, picking up the paperwork and briefly reading over the first couple of lines. ( “Not when it’s court ordered, anyway.” )

“Huh...” Deep in pointless thought, Cass looked over the letter a few times before she tore it in half. “Guess we’re gonna see if you’re right. How do you know that anyway?”

               “Oh Cass, I love it when you talk dirty” A Carmikael and a Talbot not tearing each other’s eyes out was a rarity in this town; but for now there seemed to be a lull in the ongoing war between the two families. “Everyone has weird fetishes, darling; don’t worry I wont tell anyone” 

               She didn’t need to be told twice, especially when it came from Cassidy – so, Finley got up and she ran, ran as fast as she could and didn’t look back until she was well out of the bush and civilization surrounded her. She noted the smile that spread across Cass’ lips yet it didn’t surprise her in any way; Finley was used to what Cass considered fun. “None of this is fun” she snapped but more at the situation than at Cass who she actually thought of as a  … friend, or they at least had a weird relationship. “You’ve had one if your ass?” brows rose as did a smile at the thought.