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[in_the_blood]

"Hi, this is Cassie. Leave a message and I'll get back to you."

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[in_the_blood]

[There's a noticeable pause before Cassie's reply comes through this time. She debates typing the truth... but it feels like a bit much, having just mentioned her dead mom and dickhead dad.]

it's fine. and yeah, she's cool.

i'm not much of a tea person, but maybe i'll go check it out sometime. thanks.

and i'm not so sure about that. i don't think they let 17 y/os work in bars last time i checked. unless it's an alcohol-free bar, anyway.

[workout]

[ pause detected and politely ignored. ]

they might? idk i think some of the people who work there now are pretty young. i don't think we have drinking laws in space. they let stiles in all the time

[in_the_blood]

oh, okay. well, that's okay then.

[workout]

[ oh wait. ]

not like, all the time, he doesn't drink much. i think he mostly just goes there to hang out.

[ with the hot bartender?? wow he's making this weird again. mostly for himself. ]

it's a pretty cool bar. we should all go sometime, maybe you can ask about a job? if you even want one, i guess it's not like we have to work here.

[in_the_blood]

[Cassie's laughing at Scott's backpedaling, even though he can't see or hear it.]

well now i'm totally reassured, lol.

and yeah, sure. that sounds like a good idea. it'd be nice to have something more to do.

[workout]

seriously. he doesn't really drink by himself and i don't drink, so.

[ not that stiles doesn't have other friends, but whatever. these are hard facts!! ]

awesome! i'll text you later

[ he's not even embarrassed about that exclamation mark. ]

[workout]

[ and a few seconds later: ]

sorry for being weird.

[in_the_blood]

haha you're fine.

ttyl.