"A man in need of pants." [Finished]

[Cassidy Morgan]

Accepting the phone, Cassidy shook her head very slightly.

"Whatever, cowboy. Don't apologize. You're probably right, anyway. ...One sec."

She used the cell phone as an excuse to avoid Erik's immediate response. She didn't want to hear it. Cassidy had (or, at least, she thought she had) long since graduated from the state of mind where consolation was desired. Now? It was just silly. It was better to just simply accept that she was a screw up and move on.

Pushing herself up with the wall's assistance, it was apparent that she was still feeling the effects of the night's adventures. She was wobbly; unsteady on her feet, even if her speech had somewhat leveled off. Despite this, she didn't seem concerned in the slightest. Nine numbers were pressed in quick succession and she stumbled a few paces away from Erik.

"Ugh. Sebastian? ...Yeah. ...Uh huh. ...Heh... as usual. Er... like, over in the hotels area. ...What? No! I don't need a robe. ...Goddamnit, Sebastian, it isn't like that anymore!" Her shuffling gait took her to the end of the alley and, half-leaning on the wall, she peeked her head out into the main street. "Hasn't been that way in years, and you know it. Uh, hey - like, sorta... in the alley across from... uh... the 24/7 convenience store... uh, just north of the intersection of 62nd and Broad Street. ...No, no, don't tell me what time it is. I don't care. Just... get here. I don' wanna walk anymore. ...Don't you always get paid time-and-a-half for this? ...Yeah, yeah, bye."

With a large sigh, Cassidy clicked the phone off and turned back towards Erik. She seemed rather... slumped as she approached, and she was definitely fiddling with something in her pocket. She'd finished with whatever she was doing by the time she got back to Erik (and her high heels, since she hadn't put them back on) and she promptly extended the phone back to its owner. There was money stuffed in it, somehow. A $100 bill, to be exact.

"Uh... thanks... er... Erik, right?" She reached down, sweeping up her discarded heels. "Look, uh... I dunno what happens to you guys if you get caught, okay? But... it isn't good, whatever it is. So... so, I'd say... at least take it to another hotel tomorrow? Just, ah... in case? It'd just be... real shitty if you got caught cuz of me."

[Erik Severin]

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As soon as she accepted the phone and went about her business, Erik stood there for a moment letting out a yawn. Since he figured it would take her a moment or so to return it to him, he proceeded to reach into his pocket and pull out a small packet of cigarettes. He stood there smoking until her return. As soon as she was near to him, he reach out and received his phone back, then proceeding to slip it back into his pocket, though he was somewhat surprised by the money inside. As he was briefly distracted, he wasn't prepared when she started speaking again. This time a word of warning about getting caught.. Maybe she'd missed it. He didn't know. But he wasn't exactly easily caught?

"I'm not that worried." Erik said, taking a puff of his cigarette, then holding it in for just a moment. Then letting the smoke out up into the air. Erik thought about this situation all he could. And really, there was no use worrying. That wasn't the kind of man he was. "Keep tight lipped about what I am, and they'll have no reason to look at me, right?" Erik figured that was the best idea so far. He would appear to anyone not in on his little secret as just your average guy. Nothing more, nothing less. Unless they're given a reason to look for him, he figured he was in the clear.

"Anyway, you be careful yourself. If your colleagues really are such hard-asses. They probably wouldn't enjoy the idea of you talking to a mutant." Erik started to walk off, still puffing his cigarette. Figuring it was time to head off, go catch up on some sleep, and other things. "I'll be seein' ya, Cassidy." Erik started whistling a tune as he started walking in the direction of the nearest building, phasing through the wall as soon as he approached it, and he was gone. Disappearing off into the inner confines of the hotel, likely to go get his things and take an exit in the near future. But for now, Erik was long gone.

TAGGED FOR: Open. | NOTES: Exit. Haha. May as well call this one done.

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