#threads.lynx

Cass was really tired of thinking there couldn't be some new crazy thing happening around him, only to be proven wrong every single time. When the tentacle had burst out of the water, he'd been shocked, like most of the people around him. Thankfully, he'd been out of the lake, not necessarily out of reach, but with plenty of targets between himself and the slimy beast. When people started to get hurt, Cass took the opportunity to run.

He didn't run away from the lake entirely, but alongside it. His thoughts were racing, but half of them were wondering if everyone was going to be okay. It had been a while since he'd seen Lynx, and he needed to make sure he was okay. "Lynx?!" He called out, looking around at the panicking crowd, trying to pick out the other's face. When he glanced over at the lake again, it was because of the screams, and he watched as the chubby police officer was picked up and dragged struggling into the water.

Then the chaos was just the aftermath, people running or helping or sitting traumatized. Cass kept moving, though he wasn't running anymore. Just walking as fast as he could, searching nearby faces, asking friends and family if they were okay before quickly moving on. None of them were Lynx.

When he found Lynx, it was a little bit away from the pandemonium. "Lynx?" Cass flung himself at the familiar shoulders, wrapping his arms around them. Weird that he knew the back of Lynx's head, but he did. "Jesus, are you okay? Where the fuck were you, I didn't see you?" He quickly pulled himself around so he could look over the front of the other, looking concerned. Lynx definitely looked worse for wear, but thankfully not like he'd been smacked around by a giant tentacle, which was what Cass had most feared.

The only time Cass felt human anymore was when he was dancing. When people were pulled in by his talent, by the only thing he'd really ever thought he was truly talented at. It didn't matter that some of them looked with lust more than awe, he didn't care. He just cared that they were looking. That he was desired, in any kind of way. It made him feel like he mattered, and he didn't often feel that way. After a dance, he always took a few minutes in private to catch his breath, to try and center himself. If he had anything to take for the pain in his hip, he'd do that too. And then he made his way to the bar. After every single performance. "I will drink paint thinner right now, if it'll get me drunk," he said to Lynx, smirking. "What have we got?"

"I told my brother's nosy stay-at-home-fuck-buddy that you were the love of my life and we were planning on eloping. Because he was being, as already stated, nosy." Cass said it all quickly and nonchalantly as he sat down at the bar, leaning over it to smack Lynx's ass and then settling back into his stool, grinning ear to ear. "What kind of drinks are you serving up tonight?" He asked, not giving the other a moment to process what he'd said before. "And also, would you want to come home with me in the morning? I have this mental image of you all tied up in my bed and I'm dying to see it become a reality," Cass told him, cocking his head to the side as if it were all just innocent questions.