Kaz rounded the corner, breathing a sigh of relief as the neon sign of the bar below his apartment building came into view. The dingy sign needed replacing, with the 'out' in 'Blackout' being totally broken. He stepped inside the door, smiling a little as he walked into a warmly lit bar
Vaughn stepped into the backroom that was behind the counter. He couldn’t turn any lights on in case someone drove by and saw, so he was left cursing as he bumped into things in the pitch black. Eventually, he got to the small washroom in the back and stepped inside. He shut the door and flicked on the light now, there not being a window. He squinted from the sudden brightness and turned on the water to a shower, getting undressed the rest of the way and stepping into the water. It was always freezing, never warm. He was used to it by then. After the quick shower, he felt clean of blood. Getting out, he snatched up a clean pair of clothes, this time being a more relaxed set of grey sweatpants and a black tshirt.
Kaz slid into his favorite booth towards the back of the bar, where a waiter who was making their rounds set a beer down silently on his table. He began to sip it absently, staring at nothing. He thought back to the guy he had run into in the streets. He had to be the wanted serial killer, he was sure of it. And Kaz hadn't made the best first impression. His stupid insistence would probably land him a spot on the guy's list of people to kill. He frowned. He didn't seem all that bad, and Kaz really didn't want to deep fry him if he did end up on the serial killer's to-stab list
Vaughn walked out from the backroom, the wet long strands of hair slicked back. He sat down in a desk chair, kicking his feet up onto the counter top. He watched outside from where he was sat, the outside just as dark as it was in the gas station. He sighed sharply. He hated silence. So, he reached over, flicking on some older looking radio. He went through the channels, trying to find something good playing.
(oof I'm trying to think of a way to get us all together and my brain is failing me lol)
(Lmao yeah uh)
(the only thing I can think of is they all meet up at the bar somehow and then we kinda go from there)
(I mean yeah, I could just take Vaughn to the bar, he goes to bars a lot anyways because alcoholism. He just tends to kind of disguise himself when going out in public places lmao)
(yeah Kaz is lowkey an alcoholic but he's good at hiding it lol. I actually just realized that I gave him an alcohol problem and his almost identical cousin a weed problem)
(Ah yes, all the fun stuff lmao)
Vaughn’s eyes shifted to the sober chart and glared at it. He got up and changed back into his usual formal outfit. He kept his hair slicked back and put contacts into his eyes, the grey irises now a light brown. He also grabbed a set of black glasses, the lenses simply glass. He considered bleaching his hair, but the last time was a living nightmare. Platinum was not his color and his hair texture was ruined for a week or two after. He decided to keep his head low. Besides, it was pretty late, there shouldn’t be too many people. After a quick walk, he pushed open the doors to the nearest bar. Some place called Blackout. He went over to the counter, making his tone lighter and more friendly. He ordered a glass of straight burbon and slid a bill onto the counter, taking the glass to a booth near the back.
Kaz looked up as someone walked through the door. He did a small double take in his seat as he saw the man's electrical signature. Oh no. It was the serial killer from earlier. He subconsciously tried to shrink into the darker corner of the booth, trying not to be seen. It didn't help much though, since his booth was almost right next to where the man was sitting
Vaughn’s back was to the man from earlier, having not noticed him yet. He let his shoulders slouch, breaking his usual perfect posture. He drank the burbon slowly. Most would have coughed because of how strong it was and how much it burnt going down, but it tasted almost bland to Vaughn. I should really stop drinking he thought as he took another sip.
( Could I join this? It looks awesome. )
(sure) Kaz sat, chugging his beer out of anxiety. But before he knew it the beer was gone, and he wanted another one. Unfortunately, that meant walking by the serial killer. He gulped nervously
Vaughn looked down at the drink, frowning at it now. The whispers told him to keep going. He didn’t want to. But he took another long drink. He would be hurt if he didn’t relax. The whispers would take his breath away from him.
Kaz took a deep breath. It's okay. You can do this. You can get another beer, you anxious idiot. He slid out of the booth, doing his best to ignore the guy on the counter before ordering another drink. He ordered something with a German-sounding name that looked far stronger than a beer. He waited anxiously as the bartender poured the drink agonizingly slow
Vaughn’s now brown eyes flicked up at movement, and they narrowed softly. The man from earlier. He brought his hand up to rest against his forehead, covering from the bridge of his nose up discreetly. Maybe the man hadn’t noticed Vaughn yet. He hoped not.
“What a coincidence,” she muttered to herself, seeing the two men from earlier. “This’ll make for a wonderful story one day, I’m sure.”
Unfortunately for Kaz, the bartender started talking to him. He nodded along, sitting on one of the bar stools. He started to passive-aggressively chug his drink, trying not to let his anxiety get the best of him
Name: Calypso Carose (Only goes by Cal)
Age: 20 1/2
Sexuality: Bisexual (Leans towards girls)
Personality: Sarcastic and reserved at first, can be awkward. She doesn't really know how to talk to people that well. As you get to know her she's humorous, loves to joke around, always up for an adventure.
Looks: Straight, dark hair that is cut above her shoulders. Sapphire/deep blue eyes. Tanner skin from all the time she had spent outside as a kid. (French Descent) Freckles across her cheeks. She's around 5'5, with more muscular thighs. Smaller shoulders.
Has a zodiac tattoo on her back and another tattoo with type writer print that says, "But Without the Dark, How Would We See The Stars." Wears sweaters with sarcastic meanings.
Relationship Status: Definitely Single
Extra Facts/Information: She was born in France and moved to America when she was 10. She can speak French fluently. Her parents were Historians and named her after a Greek myth, but she only goes by Cal at all times, unless she let's you call her Calypso. She loves to paint and usually has paint splatters on her jeans or hands.
Loves Puns
//it’s cAL
( Yes! But as a girl :P )
Vaughn continued to watch the man, eyes on his back. He listened to the tedious conversation as his fingers lightly traced circles on his thigh distractedly. He sometimes caught himself doing that, but most of the time he just touched things unknowingly.
Kaz nodded along, downing his drink. He tried to calm himself, taking deep breaths. He was alright, he just needed the bartender to shut up so he could leave
Vaughn finished his drink and pushed up to his feet. He carried the empty glass to the counter, setting it down with a tip. His looked over at the man, giving him a piercing look before heading back to the booth.