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Name: Jensen Eliopoulos Age: 23 Gender: Male Academic Track: Business Horse(s): ELIO Colgate, ELIO Celestia Personality: Jensen is rather reserved. He's not necessarily shy, he just prefers silence to the company of others. He has severe issues with trust and has been known to internally implode rather than speak his mind. He's prone to intellectual matters and reserving his feelings for himself and the company of one or two safe people when drunk. Despite his aversion to people, he's been known to be wild at parties and has a reputation for being highly desired by the women at the academy. Despite this, he is aloof and prone to detatching easily from others. Appearance: Jensen is roughly 6'1 with a lean, toned physique. He carries himself with a certain aura of prestige and mysteriousness, and his clothing often demonstrates his affinity for the finer things in life. He has reddish brown hair that is the color of rust, and is typically neatly combed back or styled in a way that is short and clean cut. His eyes are green, though they appear grayish from far away. Overall, he is considered to be fairly attractive, though there is nothing specific that would make him stand out in a crowd. Background: Jensen is related to the Eliopoulos Empire of equestrian staples such as sport horse breeding, stable design, fashion, etc. through his mother's nth marriage. Though he's not related to Cyrus Eliopoulos by blood, Jensen is the eldest male relative and is, in turn, the heir to the metaphorical throne. Because he doesn't have strong opinions about what he wants to do to survive in the world, he has agreed to study business in order to take over one day. Skills: tba Interests: Jensen is obsessed with space, though he was never smart enough in math and science to do anything scientific with it. Additionally, he is intrigued by nature and often spends time hiking. He would consider himself a survivalist, though he's quite accustomed to living in only the finest of accomodations. Additionally, he thoroughly enjoys books, philosophy, and other intellectually challenging hobbies. He likes the aesthetic of chess, though he's awful at it. Strengths: tba Weaknesses: tba Relationships: Jensen's only close friend at the school is William Blue, who he came to know through a former business deal their parents shared. He lived on William's family farm in Germany for many months before inevitably dropping out of the university he was attending and moving here. Other than that, his relationships are fleeting flings between him and whatever women approach him when he's drunk. Reputation: Jensen's reputation is that of the mysterious loner. Though everyone knows of him, nobody knows him other than Will. Additionally, he has a history of being academic rivals with Cassie Rose, though it has been going on for so long that most disregard it. Many women see it as a challenge to try to break through to him, though few succeed. It is much easier to get into his bedroom than to get into his thoughts and feelings. ... Name: William Blue Age: 20 Gender: Male Academic Track: Mixed Horse(s): AF Chasselay I, PF Avignon Personality: Will is a bit of a Golden Retriver in temperament. He is wildly social but lacks a bit of depth and intellect in the way that others do. Part of this is because he has a plethora of processing disorders such as dyslexia, dysgraphia, and dyscalculia, which make him reliant on others for reading and explaining things and make him less prone to original thoughts. About all the thinking Will does by choice are these wildly outrageous "what if" scenarios often including mythical creatures and apocalyptic events, though he has been known to be serious from time to time. He spends the majority of his time collecting baby animals he finds God only knows where and pushing the limits with his horses. Additionally, he thoroughly enjoys people and doesn't do well having any time alone. Appearance: Will is fairly tall and stands in the 6'1-6'3 range, though he is hunched over on crutches at the moment due to an injury he incurred over the summer. He has platinum blond hair that is extremely fluffy and curly and light tan eyes that seem to be a bit of an unnatural color. Though his skin is fairly pale by nature, he spends so much time in the sun that it seems to be a light olive hue. He has freckles on his nose, cheeks, and scattered throughout the rest of his body as well. He doesn't have a strong sense of style and will often fluctuate to whatever seems interesting or catches his eye in any given moment. Background: Will's parents are both British eventers who met while working at a farm in the United States. After they moved to Germany to take over the estate that Will's grandfather left his mother when he passed, they had him and he grew up largely on the farm. As he continued to show incredible talent for riding horses, managing the property, and so on, Will's mother moved with him to the UK to pursue an opportunity that was offered to him. He moved around often as a boy to different academies and to interact with different specialists that assisted with his learning disabilities, though he always remained close with his family. Skills: tba Interests: Will's interests lie primarily in people, though he has been known to pick up many a short-term hobby. The constants in his life include cooking, raising and fostering animals, training horses, and competing. He also enjoys movies a lot, though he struggles sometimes with understanding them. He often watches foreign films with the sound off to study the people's emotions, which is a bit of an odd hobby. He thoroughly enjoys hosting people and going out with his friends. Strengths: tba Weaknesses: tba Relationships: Will tries very hard to be close with Jensen because he feels like a brother to him. Despite this, Jensen is very cold to him and Will struggles to not take Jensen's aloofness personally. Additionally, Will has lots and lots of friends at the school, though he's just arrived. He has many relationships that are thriving though his grades are not. Reputation: Will is known as a truly kind-hearted guy. Few people want to disrupt him for any reason, even though he seems to be a constant threat to those around him based on his high performance. Because of his kindness and overall positive energy, he has made connections with people that are able to help him in ways he cannot help himself. ... Name: Alexandre Matisse Age: 26 Gender: Male Academic Track: N/A: Alex is Will's aide and, for the first time, one of the assistant professors at the school. 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𖤓 Cassiopeia 𖤓 Name Cassiopeia L. Rose Alias Cassie Age 22 Gender Female Birthdate March 17th Zodiac Pisces Voice Soft and raspy. Has a thick southern drawl Role Student and assistant teacher of the western pleasure discipline Appearance Cassie, while a beautiful woman, is not up to the beauty standards of the south. She has tan, sunkissed skin that is flecked with various scars. She stands at a height of 5'8 and has a very feminine build, save for her muscles. She is built with a large bust and an hourglass figure, though her muscular biceps and torso add to it. Due to relentless work on the family farm, she has grown to become a strong woman. Cassie has long, soft and wavy brunette hair. It's sunbleached in some parts, giving those parts a lighter brunette tone. Her hair reaches past her shoulderblades and is usually kept tied up and out of the way. Cassie has the most beautiful and clear eyes. They are a pale green in color, flecked with small traces of gold. There's one honey brown line, going diagonally across the left side of her left eye. It's due to heterochromia, although a mild case. Her eyes can often be described as star-like, as if she has stars in her eyes. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and in her case, it's true. Her eyes are the most expressive part about her, and are usually the first thing someone notices. Her eyes are cat-like and framed by a double set of inky black lashes. That's also where her beauty comes from, the full double set of lashes that occurred naturally. They give her a gentle or fiery look, depending on her expression. In her left eye, she suffers from partial blindness and her eye is slightly clouded. Cassie is covered in freckles. They're like little celestial stars covering her body, particularly her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. They are scarce on her forehead. The sun brings them out, much to her dismay. Her features are a mixture of sharp and soft. She has a sharp jawline, faintly freckled. Her nose is small and upturned at the end, paired with full bow shaped lips. Her brows are gently arched and sharp at the end, well maintained and groomed. Shes a very expressive woman, and she doesn't have to say anything for someone to know how she feels. As mentioned before, her body is scarred. The most prominent scar that isn't hidden from view is three jagged claw marks on her left bicep and forearm. They begin on her forearm, and work their way up in a jagged and twisted motion to her bicep. The scar makes for an easy conversation starter. Others include jagged nicks from barbed wire scattered around, animal inflicted scars, and another particularly prominent one. A jagged stab wound on her collarbone, leading slightly up her neck. Self inflicted, though not on purpose. Personality Cassie doesn't appear to be a very friendly person at first. She's judgmental, often rude, sarcastic and snappy. At least to people she dislikes. To anyone she deems likable, she's extremely friendly and easily excitable. She loves anything romantic and is a serious romantic herself, often giving gifts or planning dates with those she's attracted to. On top of being a romantic, she's huge on physical touch. She absolutely loves it and always seems to be touching someone, whether it be holding their hand or cuddling them. She also writes poetry about her lovers, current or past. Cassie is incredibly intelligent, a bit too intelligent for her own good. She's always been ahead of her peers, although she hasn't been too braggy about it. Her personality fluctuates from person to person, so it's hard to distinguish many traits. She can be viewed as introverted and closed off, often guarding herself with a quiet and gentle attitude. She can be compared to a black cat- reserved, disinterested. It all depends on who's around. Everyone, no matter how good or innocent, has some sort of major flaw. Unfortunately for Cassie, she has two major flaws that are incredibly impactful and toxic. For one, she is a disgustingly jealous and possessive person. It's so so easy to get her all jealous and riled up, and it makes relationships difficult. Once she views something as hers, it's hers. Especially with people. Secondly, she has severe attachment and abandonment issues. No matter how toxic a relationship is, once she's attached, she won't leave because she's too scared. She'll beg people to stay and will go to great lengths to get them to stay. It's something she's working on, and she's making slow progress. Backstory Born in raised in the deep south of Texas, Cassie will always be a southerner at heart. Her upbringing wasn't very lovely, and left her with some major issues that she struggles with today. She doesn't talk much about her childhood and only opens up rarely. She's always had an intense passion for poetry and writing, and was skilled right off the bat due to her giftedness. As a kid, she always had a passion for horses, being raised on a farm. She got her first horse, Asra, whenever the ranch mare foaled him. They've been inseparable ever since, with Cassie training him. Not without many frustrations and difficulties, of course. She almost gave up on him. Ever since then though, they've been inseparable and have a great bond. She won't even consider getting another horse or getting rid of Asra. All throughout childhood and her teenage years they competed at many many rodeos and shows, and she won nearly all of them. Because of her incredible academics and intelligence, Cassie graduated highschool at the age of 17 and immediately moved to join the academy. She is still pursuing her dream of becoming a poet and writer, and actually writes her own songs. She took voice lessons all throughout her life and hopes to become a singer singer someday. As soon as she joined the academy, she immediately found that she had a hatred for Jensen Eliopoulos. She's always been way ahead of her peers academically, and meeting her match was extremely humbling. She's grown to not dislike him as much, and is now just amused and intrigued by him. Strengths - Wilderness/survival knowledge - Horseback riding, she's one of the best - Physical Strength - Good with animals - Agile/quick reflexes - Clever Weaknesses - Partially blind in left eye - Struggles with self image - Gets attached easily - Easily distracted - Holds grudges - Cares too much about opinions of others Interests - Cats. Anything to do with cats - Plants - Reading, major bookworm - Foreign languages - History - Poetry and writing. Almost became a published poet Relationship Status Complicated Mount Asra, a young grullo Quarter Horse stallion. 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Although he feigned annoyance, he’d spent the better part of his day carting Will around in a wheelchair he hardly needed and trying to explain the concept of number theory to him without being outwardly cruel. Although he felt as though he couldn’t trust anyone, he also couldn’t stand to be alone with his thoughts for any length of time, and having everyone gone meant he had a shortage of people to keep at arm’s length. After everyone had unpacked their things, word began to spread that there would be a gathering at one of their local haunts until late in the evening. Alpine Mist was a small, expat-owned restaurant and bar that was bought and renovated by an American couple who had fallen in love with the little Austrian town on their honeymoon. Though Jensen barely saw them, he felt a sense of closeness to them based solely on their accents and appearances. He spent quite a bit of time encouraging his alcoholic tendencies at that bar, not only because of all of the dares and challenges the students had created there but because he secretly hoped to catch a glimpse of home there. He hadn’t been back to America in almost a decade, and though he knew there was nothing there for him anymore, he missed it deeply. Slipping on a sweater that was much too light for the frigid temperatures they were experiencing, Jensen made his way across the campus grounds to catch up with Will, who was finishing up the last of his tutoring sessions. He was rich enough that they were renamed something like “mentoring” or “guidance,” something just gentle enough to dull the fact that the young blond had significant intellectual impairments that could not be properly addressed here. Still, Will’s mother was nothing short of a crazed helicopter mom, and she’d made an arrangement with Jensen that involved the young man keeping an eye on her son. Although Will was rather childish and most definitely a product of his environment–that is to say, overmothered–the young man seemed perfectly comfortable carrying on his own conversations and otherwise babysitting himself socially. All Jensen had to do was ensure he didn’t kill himself by falling out of his bed or slipping in the shower, a fairly easy task for someone who lived on the other side of the wall from him. “Why in the dickens haven’t you got an umbrella?” “Why do you talk like you were created in an old British novel?” “My mum will have your head, cheeky bastard.” “She pays me to be your friend.” “Take this,” Will offered the looming figure his umbrella. “I don’t want it.” “And I don’t want to give you another reason to be miserable. Please?” “I’m not.” “Yes you are.” “Prove it.” Those words had been a lifesaver for Jensen for the last two months as he’d been stuck wheeling the blond from place to place, and it’d only taken him two weeks to realize they were his magic pass to tune the Brit out and buy himself ten to twenty minutes of antisocial behavior. That was all he needed to get him from the campus to the bar, at which point he left him alone with a group of girls in one corner while he sat at the bar by himself. Not many people had arrived to the bar yet, just a few of the new students who were trying too hard to get to know people and not hard enough to be different than all the other rich kids at the academy. He was tired of all of the women he’d ever met here, they all seemed like different models of the same superficial personality. Much to his annoyance, the familiar figure of a certain brunette could be seen through the reflection in the bar mirrors. Cassie was the worst of them all in Jensen’s opinion, which he believed should have been the opinion of humanity as a collective body. She was like Cowgirl Barbie on steroids, always pretending to be happy or wholesome or genuine in ways that made his skin crawl. She reminded him greatly of any protagonist in any bad horse movie that was ever made, complete with the terrible acting. Nobody knew how to push Jensen’s buttons like Cassie. To make matters worse, Jensen could vaguely make out the figure of Cowgirl Barbie’s douchebag boyfriend in the parking lot with her. Or were they broken up again this week? Did it even matter? They were definitely arguing about something, which only meant that Jensen would have to go to whatever unbearable lengths were necessary to find a woman he’d never slept with and bring her home for the evening. Finding a woman willing to sleep with him wasn’t an issue, but getting himself drunk enough to let someone into his personal space certainly would be. He glanced across the dimly lit room towards Will, resenting him more and more for dragging him out on this particular evening. If it weren’t for him, perhaps Will would have been in his room analyzing classic literature or getting ahead on business coursework for the semester. Now he was going to have to demonstrate to someone he didn’t even respect enough to call his nemesis that he wasn’t ever going to be an option for her by finding some woman he respected even less and bringing her home for the night. On the other hand, things would be looking a bit different after he’d downed whatever form of alcohol he could get his hands on. He’d do a shot of hand sanitizer if it meant that she became slightly less unbearable, and that went for any hour of any day. This was no different. As his gaze followed her through the parking lot, he watched Cowboy Ken tear off in whatever fancy sports car he’d acquired on this holiday. He was the only person Jensen hated more than Cassie herself, not just because of how he treated others but because of how fucking stupid he was when it came to business. Jensen had shared classes at the academy with him for the last few years and the greatest mystery in his life had become how much money his father was paying to keep him from flunking out of this academy. This thought lingered as the brunette came tearing in the bar, eyes messy from the makeup she’d been crying off. Jensen finished another round of shots that had most definitely been for someone else without bothering to look up to see who had taken a seat beside him. Her perfume and overall aura were all too familiar to him in the way that the same monster haunts the space under a child’s bed each night. “What’s wrong Flicka, are Mom and Pop selling the farm?” |
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The night started off oddly good, unlike most. All it took was a few close friends, a smokey car, and a free pack of cigarettes from some older man to get the night going. Nobody was quite sure when things took a turn and the mood crashed, perhaps it was when two of the girls started a cat fight over something or other. Cassie found herself in the passenger seat of her boyfriend's car, wishing she hadn't let him talk her into going out again. Her legs were cold against the black leather seats despite the seat warmer, perhaps from nerves. His hand was warm on her thigh, his thumb gently running slowly over the material of her pants. The window was cracked and he had a cigarette in his other hand, which wasn't a good idea. He was basically driving with his knees at this point, which were pressed up against his wheel. The roar of his car, the quiet music on the radio, and the crunching of leaves were the only things heard. Cassie could feel her heart beating uncomfortably in her chest, like a caged bird trying to find a way out. The light in the sky was slipping away, and the world around them was turning blue. That sort of blue in the evening whenever it's dark, but not completely dark to the point where you can't see. That compared with the cold temperatures and scenery of the autumn was usually peaceful, so long as there was nothing to interrupt it. And in her case, the biggest interruption sat right next to her. It wasn't long before they pulled into the parking lot of the Alpine Mist, the local restaurant and bar. As Elliot cut the engine, Cassie glanced over at him nervously. One wrong word and there would be some sort of stupid argument. "Cant we just.. go somewhere else? I don't want to drink." Her voice was small, full of unintended fear. Slowly, Elliot turned his head towards her. "No. You always do this, Cassie." Already, his tone was annoyed and his expression matched. He took his hand away from her and pushed open his door before he made his way around the car, pulling her door open. "Let's go." He wasn't asking, he was demanding. Elliot gently took her arm and forced her from the car, although not in a rough manner. He would never hurt her, physically at least. "Elliot-" Her voice was quickly cut off by his. "No. No. We aren't fucking doing this Cassie, I'm not in the goddamn mood." Cassie knew what he wanted. But she didn't want to give it to him. "Please, I don't want to do anything tonight." Her words seemed to ignite a new, unpleasant spark in him. There was a certain fire in his honey brown eyes that told her everything she needed to know. He was a handsome man, with a soft gaze and even softer light brown hair. It was easy for him to fool women with the looks he gave them. Elliot moved to go behind her and gently placed both hands on her shoulders. His fingers were warm as they crept down the back of her sweater, toying with the clasp of the necklace she wore. His breath was even warmer against her neck as he leaned his head in close, and pressed his body entirely against her. Things progressed from there and became even more intense until it ended in one of their usual full blown arguments, which ended with her sobbing and him driving off. Great, she was stranded here. Cassie took a moment to recuperate before she took a shaky breath in, vision blurred by the hot tears in her eyes. The lights of the restaurant were blinding and foggy as she used her sleeve to wipe her eyes. After another long moment, she began to make her way to the door. The air was cold against any exposed skin and caused her to ball her fists up inside of her sweater. She reached the door and used her still balled up hands to open it, immediately being greeted by a warm atmosphere with delicious smells. A small smile reached her lips, but as soon as her gaze landed on the bar, it immediately fell. The only open seat happened to be next to her person she hated most, Jensen. Or, well, maybe she hated Elliot more. No, at least she loved him at one point. She could never manage to even like Jensen. After a few drinks, he wouldn't be a problem to her. Cassie wiped her eyes again, cleaning whatever mascara was left before she made her way over to Jensen, quietly sitting down beside him. She couldn't control the small sniffles that came back as soon as she even thought about Elliot again. Lord, the hold that man had on her. As soon as she heard the unfortunately familiar voice of Jensen, she just felt defeat instead of the usual anger. "I'm clearly not in the mood." She cast a sideways glance towards him, watching the way the light from the bar flickered on his face. Perhaps if it had been any other situation, she wouldn't have minded seeing his face. Cassie raised her hand slightly as the bartender passed by, a fake smile on her face. "Rough night, huh?" The bartender chuckled upon seeing the poor sight of her flustered, tear stained face. "Yeah, tell me about it. Could I get a few shots of tequila?" She chuckled gently, tapping her nails anxiously against the wood of the bar. As soon as the shots were placed in front of her, she thought for a moment before sliding one over to Jensen. Cassie didn't say a single word, and instead quickly downed the others. She wasn't here for any sort of fun drink to sip on, she was here to get hammered. And fast. They left a bitter taste in her mouth but it was better than anything at the moment. She wasn't much of a drinker, she preferred other routes to get messed up. So fortunately for her and her bank account, it wouldn't take much for her to get disgustingly drunk. Cassie reached a hand up to lunch the bridge of her freckled nose in irritation as she felt a presence directly behind her. She slowly turned in her seat, only to be met with the smiling face of a man. Not too older than her, and definitely attractive. "This seat taken?" Although he pointed to the empty seat next to her as he asked, he just sat down anyways. "Bartender! Couple of shots for me and the lady here." Lovely. Free drinks. Her undeniable beauty got her a fair amount of attention from men, the majority negative, but sometime there were positives. "Thanks. I could really use it." Cassie grinned at him, trying her absolute best to ignore Jensen. He didn't even have to say anything, she was horribly annoyed by his presence. "You from Texas?" The man questioned, studying her carefully. Her southern twang must've gave her away. "Sure am. Born and raised, partner." She chuckled, forcing the accent to be heavier as she spoke. Might as well try and have a little bit of fun. As the shots were again placed, both of them took one and clinked them together before downing them. "Jesus. What is this?" Cassie winced, watching as the man laughed. "That, little lady, is the finest vodka you'll ever have. I'm Jim, and you are?" At least he was friendly and didn't seem to have negative intentions. Not that she knew of, anyways. "Cassie." His face lit up as she responded. "Pleased to meet you, Cassie. What's a pretty girl like you doing all alone here?" Now, his intentions were becoming much more clearer. |
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The annoyingly synchronized tapping on the bar seemed to fade into a haze as Jensen downed shot after shot of the strongest liquor he could get for the cheapest prices. Despite the enormous amounts of wealth his family had to its name, Jensen had been through times in his life where all he’d done was starve. He tried as best he could not to get roped into the activities and demeanor of the rich kid lifestyle, including but not limited to his drinking habits. In addition to that, Cyrus kept him on a short leash as far as money was concerned, as he did with all of the kids. That was just gasoline on the fire in terms of the lengths he was willing to go to in order to save a cent or two. As the man approached, Jensen felt every fiber of his being do the equivalent of an eyeroll. It wasn’t like he particularly enjoyed being flirted with, but watching Cassie receive male attention was a million times worse than anything he’d ever said or had said to him by a woman. Or a man, for that matter. She never quit with the girl power act and he was tired of watching stupid men fall into her trap under the pretenses of sex and whatever the hell else she was offering up. Listening intently while knocking back another round of shots without so much as a grimace, Jensen got all the way to the end of this so-called “Jim’s” speech before interrupting him. It wasn’t particularly that he had wanted to put an end to the self-conscious rambling of a man who clearly lacked something to have been single still at his age, but moreso that there was a dull ache in his knee and his temples were throbbing from the storm that was passing through. For all he knew he was getting sick, and the catastrophic event happing around him was making him sicker in a different way. “Hi, Jim.” Jensen was now feeling the effects of his liquor, though he didn’t show it in any identifiable way. His speech was still incredibly clear and monotonous, dripping with sarcasm that existed even when it had no place in his speech. “It’s kind of rude how you offered her shots but didn’t offer me any, don’t you think?” Helping himself to a shot, Jensen toasted Jim with a mischevious glimmer in his eye before downing it. He didn’t need more vodka, but it sure didn’t hurt, either. As Cassie stumbled over his question, he interrupted her with little regard for her feelings. “Well, Jim, I don’t typically regard myself as a pretty girl, but I suppose I could make an exception for you tonight. What did you have in mind?” As Jensen succeeded in making the man increasingly more uncomfortable, he drew in a deep breath. He had forgotten his dignity several shots ago, and his only mission for the moment was ruining Cassie’s last remaining chances of happiness. “I’m here with her. We’re so many things to each other that our family tree is more of a sphere, you know? It’s a bit of an inclusive group, but maybe you could join. I see you’re wearing a wedding ring, maybe your wife would like to join?” Jensen continued to escalate for the next several minutes until a fight inevitably broke out. He’d gotten himself and Jim kicked out far earlier than he had intended to, and the brawl ended with blood and rain dripping down Jensen’s stone cold features. It was still freezing out, and he was beginning to feel more fatigued. He stopped briefly to wonder if Jim had put something in the vodka he’d served Cassie, though she hadn’t seemed to stick around long enough to ask. Or, for all he knew, she was still inside. He hadn’t really paid her much mind after Jim had come around, and he was drunk enough that object permanence seemed to be a thing he could lose. Or, maybe it was true that he was getting sick, and that being drenched to the bone in nothing but a thin sweater and riding breeches was only contributing to whatever he was coming down with. Either way, he’d long ago decided that Will would be absolutely fine to make his own arrangements to get home, and that he was going back to his apartment to rest before things got rowdy at the bar. Despite this, his faculties seemed to be fading by the minute, and he barely knew left from right anymore. |
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As Cassie watched the whole ordeal, her mood only got better from there. It was highly amusing, actually, and Jensen was doing her a huge favor. A favor bigger than he would ever understand. As the two went outside after jeering at one another for what felt like ages, Cassie shook her head and downed the rest of the shots. Although.. she wasn't feeling quite well. It wasn't a normal drunk evening to her, when she'd let loose and do whatever the hell she wanted, this was far different. She felt a pit of anxiety forming in her throat as she thought about the possibilities of something being in the vodka she'd been given. Cassie, although a strong woman, was obviously small. She was short, she looked dainty and as though she was soft spoken. Which.. was true. Her mind became even more and more jumbled until she finally went to stand up, stumbling in place as she moved to go outside. The entire world seemed as though it was spinning. The air was cold and crisp, and she could hardly make out anything. Her breath came in ragged heaves, and her state of mind became so bad she had to pause and lean against the outside wall for support. How in the hell was she supposed to get home now? Cassie squinted and pulled out her phone, trying to make sense of anything. She clicked on one of her contacts at the top, hoping it was anyone who could help her. She pinched the bridge of her nose as the phone rang, her shaky hands holding it up to her ear. "Cassie?" Came the voice on the other end of the line. A female voice, thank god. "Hiiii!! Lizzy... can you help me?" Cassie giggled into the phone, her words a drunken and excited mess. After a few more exchanged words, the line went dead, and Cassie stared down at her phone. With a long and careful sigh, she fished in her pockets for awhile before she pulled out a pack of cigarettes, with a lighter stuck in the plastic that was wrapped around the pack. Smoking, although highly damaging to her voice, was her way of coping with things. Despite how insanely drunk she was, she brought the cigarette up to her lips. Using one hand as a shield from the wind, she brought the lighter to the tip of the cigarette and sparked it a few times before finally lighting the cigarette. She took a long drag and blew the smoke out, watching it mix in with the mist from her breath. Cassie slowly glanced around, and much to her surprise, spotted Jensen still outside. She was just far too drunk to even recognize him before. It seemed as though any hatred she had towards him was gone at the moment, and her mind was instead filled with fuzzy thoughts. Cassie managed to stumble over to him, drunkenly giggling as she took his arm with her free hand, keeping the cigarette away from him so she didn't accidentally burn him. Her fingers were used like a little arch over the lit cigarette to keep the rain from putting it out. "Thank youuu...." she drew the end of the sentence out with a giggle, glancing up at him. She was like any other drunk girl- giggly and excited over the littlest things. Cassie seemed to look up at him with a slight adoration in her green eyes. Her eyes, the most unique thing about her. Framed by a set of double eyelashes, an unusual and rare occurrence in humans, and on top of that, heterochromatic. The brown streak running diagonally through her left eye, like a fallen log in an endless green forest.
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