#chat:cade

"What's a girl got to do to get a sneaky drink around here?" Jade asked as she slid up to the bar and sat herself on a stool, trying her best to look inconspicoous, because even for her, someone who got a lot of attention even before she volunteered, it was all a bit much.

"Did you know drinking alcohol was bad for you?" Rush asked as Cade approached the smoking area. He'd drank a few beers himself despite the fact, and now he was obsessing, tipsy and rambling.

Abel slid up next to Cade in what he assumed was a graceful move, but really, he’d spilled some of the liquid from his glass onto the floor, and a curl had gone astray and was now hanging down the middle of his forehead. “I hear you were in my house” he smirked, wondering just what Cade and Everett had gotten up to.

Fitz was hiding, something he did a lot, but especially since he’d arrived here. His team hated him for it, but he needed the solace every once in a while. It seemed whenever he did find somewhere to be alone, it didn’t last long, and it was no different now, as he heard the closet door creak opened.

There were very few faces he didn’t recognise these days, everyone seemed to be an antique around here at this stage, so when he brushed shoulders with a guy on his way out of the men’s room, he turned to apologise, flash his usual smile and maybe get into some small talk, assuming he’d just know who it was at a glance. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion when he didn’t recognise the face, and he had to physically shake his head to remind himself that he was frowning, before he turned it into a smile. “Sorry, didn’t see you there” he hummed, leaning out to pat the other person’s shoulder as an apology. “You’re new?” He asked then, moving from side to side to keep warm without any clothes to protect him from the light chill of a summers night.

“Cade. You’re a stylist, right?” Abel asked as he swooped up beside him at the bar, a drunken grin sat on his lips. “What do you think?” He asked, stepping back slightly so Cade could get a good look at his outfit, cocking a leg for extra emphasis. “Did I do alright?”

Someone had knocked Dale’s drink from his hand and it tumbled onto the floor, the liquid splashing onto his shoes, so you can only imagine how sour his face was when he looked back up. “Do you work here?“ he asked the person in front of him, unsure if it had been him that had been the cause of the spillage in the first place. “I’ll need a new one of those” he said, nodding to the glass that was rolling across the ground.

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