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[ciaran cassidy corbett]

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What time was it? Cass tried to give his wrist a good look but after five seconds of staring he finally realized he wasn’t wearing any watch. Those were the disadvantages of being slightly tipsy. Every now and then Cass had to take a short trip down a local pawn shop and throw his valuable goods in there, including his PS3, digital camera, a silver ring and of course his wrist watch. All for the sake of the party. By the end of the month he’d just call his parents for some extra cash and everything was back to his apartment. Cass didn’t feel as bad for asking money to his parents as he did in the beginning. They had a lot anyway, and considering the huge bump on the economical road the family had gone through a few years ago he thought he deserved it. But back to the important matters… what time was it? Cass gave the sky a good look instead. It was dark, that much was a given, but it was just hard to tell what exact time it was. He wasn’t all that interested in the hour, he just wanted to know how long he had been lingering in that bar around the corner since he was supposed to meet with some friends at some other location. He was probably late by now anyway; he was always late. It was a very bad habit but Cass couldn’t do much about it. Not only he was late, but he was also just a tad bit tipsy which was what made him loose track of time to begin with.

The second issue of the night was that Cass happened to be slightly lost as well. Standing on the sidewalk he rocked on the heels of his cheap sneakers and stuck his hands inside his ragged jeans. It was also a bit chilly but that was finely solved by the Abercrombie jacket he was wearing… it wasn’t his by the way, he took it on his way out of the bar when he couldn’t find his own. Looking to the left and then to the right Cass was trying to decide which way he wanted to go. The streets weren’t exactly bustling with activity but they weren’t dead either which was a good thing. Cass didn’t want to find out if those rumors about people kidnapping others to take away their organs and waking up in a tub filled with ice probably wouldn’t be the best think in his life. Then again… such things only happened in Mexico or his imagination.

Without being able to pick a street he thought of the most intelligent thing to do ever: ask a stranger! Looking around he posed his eyes on a few prospects. There was a couple down the street lamp but interrupting would be rude… not that Cass was exactly the polite type but he wasn’t in the mood to get punched in the face. There was also a hobo to the right but Cass thought it prudent to leave him to sleep. Angry hobos weren’t a nice sight. An old lady and a man with his dog weren’t all that appealing either. Cass was about to give up when his blue eyes stumbled upon a girl that seemed oddly familiar, perhaps from school? Beaming at the possibilities Cass approached her with his finest smile on and raised a hand in clear greeting. “’Sup there. Do you mind… I’m in some kind of a dilemma here. Do you think it’d be better to go left or right?” He asked while pointing at the directions he was proposing. Tilting his head to get a better look of the girl he noticed something wasn’t exactly ah-oh-kay with her. “Oi… are you alright? I’m not a rapist or anything I swear.” He raised his hands defensively and felt the need to point that out. Nights thrown in the drunk tank weren’t happy nights and he didn’t want that to happen this particular night.

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[anouk lirienne fournier]

Anouk knew she was going to get in trouble the same second her feet crossed the door to leave for the night. Her brother would be extremely pissed at her for leaving again. Not that she cared anymore, right now all she wanted was a good party to hit, and going to club18 had been the first place that went through her mind. She was wearing the sexiest outfit she could manage; she was hunting tonight and forgetting all about painting, her brother or her parents acting lovey-dovey. What irritated her most was the fact that she wanted to be like them, she just couldn’t. She had been in an unrequited love with her very own step-brother. She shook her head and marched right to the subway, people checking her out all the way. It was hell walking on those heels and her black sequined tube dress keep getting up while she walked which made it shorter than it really was. It had seemed like a good idea, now she was regretting it a little. On her way to the club she realized it was too soon to be opened yet, clubs opened later because people started to look for the fun late in the night. Sighing she looked around and found a nice bar to kill the time. It was modern with real simple lines and she looked at the paints hanging on the wall while the bartender prepared her absolute vodka gimlet.

Her plan was getting as drunk as possible, dance her body out and find a partner to spend the night with. It sounded good but she should have called someone to go partying with her. It was too late now. The bartender looked like a good possible partner and even more appealing when he winked at her and chatted with her between drinks, treating her in more than one round. But Anouk could get pretty bored if the guy didn’t make the move and the bartender was too busy working to do it. So paying her last drink she walked out of the bar and into the cold air of the autumn night. She shivered, scolding herself for not taking a jacket with her, then again it was too late now and she wouldn’t feel cold once she got to the club. Those damn heels were giving her a really hard time, at some point she will have to stop, considering walking barefoot at least until she got near enough to put them back. Her mobile beeped but she didn’t pick it up, she was off for everyone tonight, the world could be crashing down around her for all she cared.

The streets were dimly lit and at that time of the night they were almost empty. Alcohol was starting to make effect on her and she didn’t feel the cold anymore, she was just plain tired and hated her heels. Finally stopping, she took them off muttering all the way and then she had a fit of giggles. She just couldn’t hold them back. She was definitely tipsy on her way to proper drunk. She was so busy looking at the ground that she didn’t hear someone approaching until he was speaking to her. She jumped and looked at him, trying to make some sense of the words he had said a moment ago. It all finally clicked on her brain and she started to laugh again. “Left, definitely.” She said and had another round of giggles as his next words. “You don’t look like one but then again they don’t have signs on their foreheads.” She straightened her dress just in case and ran a hand through her hair. “If you are not a rapist then who are you?” She asked him and sat on the edge of the pavement to rest a bit before standing up and putting them back.

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[ciaran cassidy corbett]

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People said that drinks hit you harder if you stepped out in the cold. They were too right. The three beers Cass had chugged down were beginning to feel like ten, and for someone who was used to drink a lot saying he felt tipsy with three measly beers was a shame. Well that would be fixed when he got his ass inside the club and danced like there was no tomorrow to do it. He still had to fix the little ‘I’m a bit lost’ thing, but now that he got a perfectly fine and totally valid advice from a complete stranger it was all better. If Cass ever decided to give his idiotic ideas a little close up look he’d find out he was actually quite lucky. Chances were if he chose the couple under the lamp post he would’ve gotten slapped or punched and if he chose the hobo he probably would be laying on the floor with a stab on his guts. Instead he chose the fine lady who just happened to be as away of sobriety as he seemed to be at the moment.

“Left you say?” He eyed the street to the left. It was dimly lit and didn’t look all that promising but then again the right way didn’t look any better. He could always blame the fact that it was night time and that he probably needed glasses. Sharing her random amusement and cracking a laugh he decided to take a seat next to her, mostly because he now just realized the walk to that point hadn’t been as short as he thought. “Alright, I’ll take that advice for once. And you’re very right. I certainly don’t look like a rapist. I’ve always had the impression that they all have this lustful ‘I’mma get you’ look though… or maybe it’s just me… or it was pedophiles?” He cracked a laugh again, obviously having lost track of what the hell he wanted to say. “You don’t look like a rapist either, by the way.” He pointed that out while trying to look as polite as he could, which wasn’t much really. “I’m Cass, and you?” He said and extended his hand in greeting as if they were in some 10 years later high school reunion. “And I’m currently touching that fine line between drunkenness and going unconscious so I’m gonna use that itsy bit of consciousness while I have it.” It was that point in the drunken gauge when everything seemed just utterly amusing, and as such Cass just had to laugh a little bit more. “You seem awfully familiar though, haven’t I seen you somewhere before?” Cass didn’t praise himself of having the best of memories but at least he was good with keeping images and faces in his head. Hers looked painfully familiar. “Do you go to La Lumi… La Milu… Lumie… Oh bloody hell I can’t pronounce the name of my own school.” He snorted and rubbed his hands against his cold face as if trying to put his ideas, and his tongue, in order. “LA LU-MI-NE-U-SE… that bloody school.” He simply couldn’t stop laughing at everything right now, especially at his own fail!french. “Wait, let me guess… you’re an artist!” He stood up in front of her and on the street, dangerously lingering on the path cars transited through. “I can feel my own kind.” He said with body expressions that seemed more suitable to a performer than a painter.

As bright ideas seemed to be a drunken thing, Cass was just illuminated by another one. Jumping back on the sidewalk and still with the same excited face from before he offered his hand to Anouk and beckoned her to take it. “Tell you what. We should go to that club… uh… Club18 or something and I totally challenge you to a tequila race, miss.” He proposed with a defying yet inciting look on his face. Obviously taking one tequila shot after another was the perfect way to spend the rest of the night! Forget the fact that people were waiting for him at some other place, and forget the fact that he had like three assignments to turn in for next Monday! It was party night and he just found a partner to spend the rest of it… hopefully~

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[anouk lirienne fournier]

Drunken state? Checked. Now two more things and the night will be completely perfect. It seemed her start was shinning because she hadn't been there for more than five minutes and she had bumped into a guy. Well the guy had come to her. She checked him out and was pleased with what she saw, he was hot, he seemed safe enough and he was almost as drunk as her. Of course, drink made it all look better than it was and at night everyone could be hot enough. Stumbling a bit and running her hand through her hair again she grinned at him, no sense of danger whatsoever. The guy could be lying and for all she knew he could want to take her to an abandoned place to rape and kill her and she would gladly go with him. “Yes it’s the way all the good clubs are.” She was sober enough to know where she was, that definitely had to change at some point during that night, if she could remember she could think, and if she could think then she hadn’t drink enough. Her face went blank as she listened to the guy’s voice, not a single thing sinking in her mind. It took a while to process all the information and then she laughed out loud. “That’s because I’m a girl who is just looking for fun.” She answered laughing and winked at him.

It was amazing what alcohol could do, she was openly flirting with him, though at her state she could have been flirting with the street light too. She liked alcohol for two reasons, first one was she got more creative when she was drunk, it was a good way to have crazy ideas that you wouldn’t be able to have otherwise and it made disappear all the walls she had against people. Anouk was a social butterfly and loved to hang around, but she kept herself secure under a wall that it easily disappeared when she was drunk, not to say she stopped listening her parents voice inside her head and common sense was knocked out. She felt free, and she loved feeling that way. Everything was possible. “I’m Anouk.” She said stumbling a little bit again and laughing. She was going in and out of the conversation, her mind unfocused. “It would be a waste if you go unconscious now, it’s not that late and the night had just started.” Anouk had enough stamina to party for days; she could spend two days in a row without any sleep and if you let her sleep for some hours she would be fresh enough to go partying again. Of course she reserved that for the holidays.

When he asked her if they had met somewhere Anouk tried to focus on his face. If she had been sober she would have recognized him, but right now she couldn’t even recognize her own feet. She had to hold her stomach laughing at him as he tried to pronounce the name of the academy, his place clicking in place now that she knew where to find him. “Let.me.breathe.” She said between laughs. After some minutes they both calmed down and Anouk was able to speak again. The chilly air was clearing her mind a bit and she started to feel the cold again, goose bumps appearing in her skin. She rubbed her feet a bit, trying to press the pain away and thinking that if she would have been dancing in the club she wouldn’t even think about them. “Yes, that’s it. For both.” So he was also an artist… that made it the more fun, they could have drunk creative ideas together, possibly crazy and not very appropriate for the school. “That’s just perfect. We artist know how to have fun.” She said ginning at him. He then jumped back to the sidewalk and offered his hand to her, and a very good offer of tequila shots. She wasn’t going to miss that chance, without thinking she took his hand and got up, dusting herself off. “You’ve got two choices, either carry me on your back, or allowing me to walk barefoot.” She said showing him her heels on her hand and flashing him a sexy smile. That night was going to be fun. Partner for the night? Checked.

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[ciaran cassidy corbett]

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Oh man, Cass couldn’t remember how long it had been since he laughed so hard. Sure he laughed often, at people and with people but few times he felt that good hearted and free spirited laughter that bursted out as a response to something completely and absolutely stupid and random. It could also be those beers but he wasn’t about to give it much thought and just enjoy the fun. The laughter hadn’t helped with the dizziness at all, in fact he felt even lighter headed than before but at least he could tell it was from the previous fit. He would have to remember not to try to blurt out French or any other language while drunk. Tilting his head from one side to the other Cass smiled at Anouk as she pronounced her name. “That’s an interesting name there, haven’t heard it before.” He simply commented, one of those things that his mind just felt like sharing and held no importance at all. He was a babbly one after all and it got even worse when Mr. Booze paid its weekly visit.

Anouk accepting his invitation received a clap of his hands and a little excited squeal in response. “You are very right, us artists rock the world.” Modesty aside, Cass knew for sure that artists usually held the best parties of all. Plus, inspiration always came from the strangest places and Cass could say without a doubt that his best mural ever had been painted while he had a few extra vodka shots one particular night. The masterpiece had been erased though, as he not-so-wisely decided to paint it on the police station’s side wall… luckily he also forgot to sign it otherwise he would’ve spent a rather uncomfortable night in the drunk tank. But anyway, ideas of what they could do and how much they would drink were already swarming around Cass’ brain and it was exactly what got him excited like a twelve year old sassy girl with a new pony.

“Well my dear how about I carry you half of the way and when I fall flat on my face and kiss the pavement you can walk the rest of the way to the club.” He wiggled his fingers at the pavement to more or less show that he wasn’t exactly in shape to carry Anouk all the way to the bar. If he were sober he probably would be able to carry her even back to la lumineuse but uh… equilibrium wasn’t his forte in this type of situations. Taking her heels off her hands he turned around and hopped off the sidewalk while kneeling slightly to give her the chance to get on his back. “Bridal style would be a lot more romantic but yanno... I'm currently 'indisposed'" It would also prove to be way more dangerous. Perhaps they could try that when they were both wasted enough to stop caring about their own safety… maybe four or five tequilas would do the trick. With Anouk now on his back Cass started walking to the right direction which according to his new party friend was to the left. The ride wasn’t as long as he thought it’d be and soon enough people dressed up for the club were walking down the street next to them. They of course got a few funny looks here and there, as much of a party place this was a guy giving a girl a piggy back ride was still a funny sight. “And here we are!” Cass announced with a pleased smile and lowered again so Anouk could descend. “I’d make a fine horse aye?” He snorted again and looked at the crowd gathered outside the club. Meeeeh, this place was always crowded… it’s what made it interesting anyway. Most of the times Cass got inside by means of friends or acquaintances who were familiar with someone inside the club, or with the bouncer himself. Most of the times Cass also ended up being kicked out for either being too drunk or for causing a mess inside so his very wild guess was that he wouldn’t be able to get them inside by himself. “Oi Anouk, you think you could bat your precious eyelashes at the bouncer so he’ll let us in? I would totally hit on him but I think he’ll end up digging his fist in my face.” He snorted at the very idea of being punched in the face. It wouldn’t even be the first time but it still didn’t make it less painful. “Or… we could do a double attack and who knows, maybe he’ll end up drinking with us.” He laughed again, doubting it would be that way but the thought of it was still amusing. He’d really have to considering being less troublesome inside clubs, otherwise he’d end up getting kicked out and banned from every club in Paris and that would tamper his night life in a serious way… it’d still be hilarious to try to achieve that though.

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Once found someone to spend the night with, her mobile wasn’t of use anymore so Anouk switched it off so she won’t be disturbed. Why wasting the best chance at having had she had in weeks? She laughed again because everything seemed amusing, and for a flick moment she wondered what people would thought of them both, in the street at the middle of the night stumbling a bit and laughing like crazy. “My father was a hippie when they had me.” She explained, shrugging. She never gave it much thought, it was incredible how much they both had changed over the years, though he father was still the same free-spirited mess he had always been and probably that was the reason he left. Anouk could feel it now, the ideas flowing on her mind like a wild river with the colors of the night, but she was sure they would be all gone tomorrow, when the bright colors disappeared to give way to the hangover she will suffer. She wanted to party hard that night, to mess around and do crazy things that would look like the best ideas when your brain just couldn’t work right.

Just like the piggy back ride. Anouk hadn’t been carried that way in years; it brought her so many memories of her childhood. But this wasn’t the time to be thinking about that, it was time for laughing her heart out and luckily for her she had found a guy who was making her laugh. He had taken the heels from her hand as she hopped on his back and made herself comfortable, surrounding his neck with her slim arms and resting her face on his shoulder. “If you fall it will be me carrying you then.” Though she wasn’t confident she would be able to do so, so she was relying on his ability and his strength to make it to the club. Anouk made a face when he said the word ‘romantic’. She wasn’t in a very romantic mood tonight; in fact she was out because of romance. But she had to laugh and to give it that romantic touched she kissed his check. “There, as a thank you for the ride.” It wasn’t that far away, and soon enough you could see more people and better illuminated streets, and the biggest queue she had ever seen.

Girls always had tricks to get into clubs without waiting on the queue or without paying, sometimes even both. Anouk had a very fine way to talk smooth to the bouncer, so after laughing a little at Cass comment she winked at him and walked confident to the door. “Watch and learn, this will be a piece of cake.” Anouk readjusted her dress, put her heels on and fished for a mirror on her bag to make sure her makeup was still on place. Once she was ready she eyed the bouncer, deciding what of many tricks would be of use, the sexy one would work on that one. “Hey there darling.” she greeted him with no shame whatsoever and ignoring the mean words coming from the people at the queue, they obviously weren’t drunk enough yet. “I’m so tired of wearing my heels, and my night had already been a disaster, would you mind getting my friend and me into the club?” She said with her best sexy voice and looking at him from under her eyelashes. A small suggestive smile and the bouncer moved out of her way opening the door for her. She waved to Cass, green light to spend drinking the rest of the night.

The club was packed, there was people everywhere and the music so loud she could feel it vibrating through her body. She turned her face to smile widely at Cass. Grabbing his hand so they won’t get lost in the crowd she squeezed and pushed her way to the bar. People was at both sides of her shouting their orders to be heard above the music, she tried to grab the attention of the closest bartender and when she finally had one she allowed Cass to order the first round of the uncountable ones they will have along the night. Anouk's body moved on her own with the beat, following the music while she was standing there. She loved to dance; music took complete control of her body as she allowed herself to get lost into the amazing feeling. She also knew she was good at it, and she could use it to her advantage, swaging her hips and moving her head, her hands up and then running along her body slowly. The bartender placed their order at the bar, tequila shot with a slice of lemon and salt. She grabbed the salt spreading some on her hand after licking it, looking into Cass eyes with a wicked smile while she was doing so and then she lift the shot in his direction. “Cheers.” She said swallowing the shot in one gulp, making a face and then biting the lemon.

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[ciaran cassidy corbett]

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“I most certainly will, master.” He said with a serious face that lasted around five seconds before laughter once again filled his air-filled chest. If he were a little less drunk he would’ve tried to give the flirting to get in a go, but in his current state Cass knew he was less than reliable when it came down to getting things done, especially when he was supposed to interact with others. Few people could handle his caustic and sometimes offensive sense of humor and even in his ‘off’ state he knew that a bouncer wouldn’t certainly fall in that category. Better leave to a lady, right? He didn’t know Anouk that well yet but from the way he found her and the state in which he found her, Cass had a good idea of what type of girl she was and so far she hadn’t proved him wrong… much to his good luck. And just like Cass had thought! A batting of those pretty eyelashes and the bulky guy was moving aside. Once he was given the thumbs up he walked with a clear air of superiority towards the entrance ignoring like Anouk the series of profanities that they were both getting for using sneaky and less than loyal means to enter the club. Cass shot them a small wave, a kiss and a huge ‘L’ formed with his index and thumb before getting his ass inside. Who knew if the bouncer would change his mind if Anouk got too far ahead from him!

Ah, the inside of a club. It felt like a second home for Cass. Well actually it was like a third home; the first one being back at London, second one being his apartment and each and every club could count as the third one. He loved the neon lights, the dim atmosphere and the scent of people. What he loved the most was that low deep beating that music produced and managed to vibrate deep down in his chest. Perhaps the music called up for some strange basic animal instinct that he wasn’t even aware of but either way, Cass felt good. It could’ve also been the booze but… the first option sounded a lot more poetic.

Squeezing Anouk’s hand back he helped a little with the pushing. He also took advantage of the situation and squeezed a girl’s ass along the way… or was it a guy? Eh it didn’t matter. Once at the bar and with the attention of the barman Cass threw out the magical plastic device that would get them to infinity and beyond: his master card. Oh it was so cliché, almost like a commercial but once the thing was in the bar tender’s hand his face lit up and it seemed as if he would dedicate his entire time to the couple. “Tequila shots if you please, and keep ‘em coming!” He said loud enough to be heard despite the music. As soon as the man turned around to fill the glasses Cass started following the beat just like Anouk. He wasn’t exactly what you’d call a good dancer, but what he lacked in style he made up in attitude. It was hard not to turn to look at the couple. They were both good looking and they were both pretty shameless and it was the type of thing that people just noticed. If they had been down at the dance floor people probably would’ve give them space but since they were at the bar only a few looks were directed their way. With the shots there Cass raised his glass and chanted a “Cheers!” at unison with Anouk. He hadn’t been as smart as her though and he kinda forgot to add the salt and the lemon. Is face contorted for a second before he was forced to stick his tongue out as his throat cried for some mercy. “Man whose idea was this?” He laughed again, by the time he was done spazzing the second shot was there. “For an awesome night!” He said this time and once again chugged the drink in with nothing to act as buffer. Another twisted face later the shots were beginning to make up for the alcoholic degrees he lost out in the streets. He was back on track and this would also probably mark the point in which his memory would block everything the next morning. “LET’S DANCE!” He said overly excited and took Anouk’s hand so they could make their way to the dance floor.

Of course someone like Cass wouldn’t just dance to the side, oh no. He pushed around until he and Anouk were in the middle of the club, lights flashing around them and numbing his feelings with a little help of the booze. The beat was very similar between one song and the other or at least that was the impression Cass got. He moved with it, even if he was definitely nowhere near a professional dancer. People still noticed them and decided to watch them for a moment or two. It was paradise for an attention whore like Cass. “Bring out the shots!!” He yelled towards the bar and earned a smile and a nod from the bartender who apparently took a liking to the two youngsters.

How long had they been there? The question of time reverberated in Cass’ brain for a brief moment just like it had done back when the night had started. It felt like a few minutes and hours at the same time. “I’m so drunk oh my god.” Cass laughed again while rubbing his face with a hand and still wasn’t able to push away the darkish smile that had been gracing his features for a while now. “I vote for continuing this at my place… when we’re done with that bottle!” He pointed at the half finished bottle that the bartender was using to serve their shots. Nothing was better than inviting a girl you barely knew for drinks and for an after party at your place. Life just couldn’t get any better. “Or wait…” or it could? “Let’s go out and paint something!” He said with that deep excitement that only an artist could feel. Painting drunk wasn’t unheard of for many artists, famous, amateurs, classics… everyone had done it at some point or the other and certainly Cass wasn’t the exception. All they had to do was find a wall, get some pain from his place and they would paint Paris with the colors of the party!

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Getting into the club had been easy, and the atmosphere inside was the one she had been hoping for. Lights were blinding her as they flashed different colors into the dance floor. All the bodies there sweating and pressing against each other got her into the right mood. She could see couples making out at the darkest corners and some kissing in the middle of the dance floor. Who said parties weren’t fun? Because whoever said it obviously didn’t know how to party. Anouk did, she was a very wild partier, giving herself to the night and not regretting the consequences the next day. She could totally lost control, end up waking up in her bed not knowing how she got there, or at some strangers house naked, or even in a bathtub. She had once woken up in the middle of the floor, surrounded by people in the same state as her. She will just take a good shower the next day, drink some coffee and not give it a second thought. If you live your life with regrets and worries you will never truly enjoy it. If only her brother knew what she did… he will probably have her grounded for the rest of her life.

Anouk knew she could have any man she wanted, and she knew she danced good enough to grab the attention of the people around her. She smiled hearing how Cass asked the bartender to keep the shots coming, what kind of party was it without a good amount of alcohol? Now everything for a perfect night was covered, she had the guy, the alcohol and the music. The bartender filled the glasses as her body took complete power over her mind, dancing with Cass and well aware of the stares of the people around them. She even winked to some cute guy who was looking with a drunken grin in his face. Laughing at the face Cass had made when gulping down his tequila without the salt and lemon she tried to answer his question. And yes, try was the proper verb since she didn’t even know if she still possessed the ability of speaking. “It was yours darling!” She said, laughing at him and shaking her body with the beat. The second round quickly followed and Anouk wasn’t sure she would be able to stand if the shots keep coming at that pace. She lifted the shot tossing it into her mouth. She could barely hear the voices around her anymore; she just heard the music as it blasted on her ears and made her body vibrate. Cass shouted something and took her hand guiding her to the dance floor.

She didn’t know where she was anymore, she couldn’t see with the lights blinding her, she couldn’t even feel her body anymore, she just knew she was dancing without control, shaking her head, swinging her hips, running her hands up and down her body, lowering her body to the floor. She could care less if her dress was so short she was probably was revealing more than she should. She just kept jumping with her hands up in the air occasionally singing along with the song. She just came back a little when someone placed another shot on her hands; she gulped it down without thinking about it. She would have drunk whatever they gave her right now. Some guy came to dance with her apparently not caring her dancing partner was just in front of her and that he was drunk enough to pick a fight, she turned him down by ignoring him and getting closer to Cass, her hips pressing against him. She tried to focus on Cass word’s when he started to speak again; he said something about his place and finishing the bottle. Anouk followed the direction he pointed and saw the bartender smiling at them with the bottle ready for more rounds. Anouk was about to reply to his suggestion when he had the most brilliant idea, painting. Anouk’s face lit up. “Let’s get it done then!” She said walking to the bar and telling the bartender to get ready all the shots he could manage with that bottle. “One after another.” She told Cass.

Anouk absolutely loved painting while drunk. Her creativity was always best if she had no walls on her mind, and right now her mind was totally disconnected from her body. She will just feel the painting, not think about it or how the result should look. Anouk gulped down three shots, not even stopping for breathing and then after they had finished with it she wondered if she would be able to made it to the door. Her head was spinning and she couldn’t control what she was doing anymore. But giving a try never hurt anyone and so far soon enough she was out in the cold air again, laughing her heart out. She flashed the bouncer a couple of dollars for letting them in, and he smiled at her obviously amused at her drunken state, but she didn’t care. “Let’s find a place to show the world out art.” She said, trying to check her clock for the hour and forgetting it five seconds later. Anouk calculated they could still have two or three more hours until night gave way to the day, and she wanted to put into practice something she had been thinking of since he mentioned partying. “Let’s find some flour paint, I’ve got an idea.” She winked at him, a mischievous smile on her face that she was sure looked suggestive and sexy. Anouk silently thanked whoever was up there for the amazing night she was having, and if she got lucky it would go on until late the next morning.

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What exactly made Cass go from the cute lil farm boy he once was to the wild party monster people could see nowadays? No one would really know the answer, not even Cass knew, but he did know that if his parents ever saw him like this they’d be pretty disappointed. While at home Cass liked to pull the perfect son act. It was easier, and he didn’t have to give many explanations when his grades were low as his parents took it as if he just wasn’t the smartest in the world. They were right in a way, Cass wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box but he was nowhere near being a fool or dumb. He just liked to leave important things behind, like his sobriety. Coming to Paris had been as if the chain around his ankle had been released. He could get home whenever he wanted and he could even skip the ‘getting home’ part at all. He didn’t have to worry about his parents calling because Cass liked to paint with the stereo’s volume all the way up and he rarely answered a call from anyone; that excuse had been used one too many times and his parents soon stopped calling unless Cass asked them to. The artist made sure he checked on his family regularly, as they weren’t above paying him a surprise visit if they thought something was wrong with their precious boy. But all in all, Paris was just a dream come true for someone like Cass. It meant freedom, it meant wilderness and it meant doing whatever the hell he wanted to do… like anarchy but without the sad ending.

The “tequila shot incident” as it would become known by the bar’s personnel happened while Cass was in a state of near unconsciousness. He wasn’t sure how many shots came out of that tequila bottle but he was damn sure as hell he drank half of them while Anouk drank the other half. The only way he could be in a worse state was if he were high, but he wasn’t. Despite his shady reputation Cass wasn’t into drugs, as they had a strange, unidentified and diminishing effect on his creativity. Oh well so much for trying that particular type of art. But it didn’t matter, alcohol was good enough and so far it was doing a good job. The bartender showed him the empty bottle and Cass replied with two thumbs up. They were heading out so he asked for the account to be closed and for his credit card… well at least he babbled something that sounded like he wanted his credit card as his tongue refused to follow his brain by now.

A few minutes later they were out. The cold didn’t even affect Cass in his current state. “Thanks man! AWESOME night!!” He practically hugged and kissed the bouncer, completely forgetting about the previous caution he held against the large man. Tequila got rid of that, thankfully. Now in the streets Cass forgot for a moment what the hell they were supposed to be doing out here. He was kindly reminded by Anouk with the words ‘world’ and ‘art’. Hell yeah, if he was good at something it was at showing off his art to people. He didn’t specialize in murals for nothing! Grinning like the drunk fool he was and nodding, but not too fast as he would probably go dizzy from that, he agreed to her suggestion and actually had a coherent thought when she mentioned the flour paint. “Oh! I know where to get some!” He would’ve clapped in a giddy way if he wasn’t pretty sure his hands would miss their own high fives. “I got this art chick… uh what’s the name… I don’t know but she gives me art shit. Her storage house is around the corner… and I just happen to have a keeeeey.” He said while searching inside his pockets and finding a single key attached to a golden keychain. He shook the object so that it produced a soft ringing sound as if it were a bell. “C’mon!” He beckoned her to follow him towards the nearby street where a series of very similar looking grey doors. It took Cass a minute or two to remember which one was the right one, but when he did the key opened it with ease. The inside was a very small room with simple grey walls. There were art supplies all over the place though, neatly placed on old bookshelves and drawers. “Oh my god she’s gonna have my head for this.” He said between giggles as he looked around and found a medium sized bag, very ‘The Grinch’ styled. “Grab what you can, and let’s get moving!” he said excitedly and looked for the flour paint Anouk requested along with other stuff that could spice things up. He was on his way to grab a few thick brushes and clothe when he turned to Anouk. “As for our painting surface… how about this” He grinned evilly and pulled out of his pocket a folded post card he planned to send to his parents but forgot to do so. The image was of the Paris Métro, a huge dull wall of cream colors waited inside one of the stations, ready to be art~fied. Cass had planned to request the place for his final project but screw that! He was drunk enough to do it illegally!

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At some point Anouk got her conscious back for a while, she was dancing like there was no tomorrow with a tequila shot in her hands and Cass in front of her, everything looked shiny and smelled of sweat and alcohol. She closed her eyes and then her mind switched off once again. There was a distant voice in the back of her mind that sounded like a shout, a slight pain in her throat and she realized the voice was her, or at least what was left of it. Tomorrow she wouldn’t remember a thing, she would have the biggest hangover ever and surely she wouldn’t be able to speak. Her parents will look at her, bags under her eyes but a bright smile on her face and would shrug their shoulders and let her be. Anouk was a good girl at home, she hadn’t slacked off in class, and she continued her daily life and acted as if the nights before she wasn’t lying in the street totally out of her mind and throwing up even her first meal. She was sure her parents would be shocked to discover her other self, her other life completely different from what she showed the world. They knew she partied but they didn’t know how hard, how deep she was into alcohol and even drugs because once she got to taste the delights of the night there was no way back. Anouk didn’t want to go back anyway; she was better forgetting everything for a few precious hours of fun and stupid crazy ideas. The only one who had a more detailed idea of what she was becoming was Alexei, but she made sure of hide everything that could hurt him, and that included all the shit in her life.

The bottle was empty and Cass closed their account as they clumsily stumbled out of the club. She laughed her ass off when Cass hugged the bouncer, which having seen it all wasn’t the sightless surprised that another drunken brat was expressing his emotions to him. He seemed to have a soft spot for her because he winked at her as they headed out to the darkness with no idea where to go. Not that it mattered. For a moment Anouk spaced out staring at the street in front of her and seeing nothing, what was she going to do? Where she was again? She took her heels off and walked a bit, still dancing with the music that now was playing in her head and giggling like an idiot. Cass mentioned he knew where to get some paint and the idea crossed her mind, she tried to grasp it but it slipped right off her mind seconds later. Oh well, she was full of muse and she was sure as hell she wasn’t going to think what she was painting or where as long as she had the brush on her hand. He showed her a key and Anouk clapped in excitement, at some point she will have realize what they were about to do was wrong, but her life was full of wrong things she had done. “Yes!” She said, trusting Cass knew the way to the place enough so he could find it even if their states. “You might get a payback for this later.” She said winking at him and followed him barefoot to the grey door. It was funny to see him fighting to open it, and it was a miracle he finally did. Her jaw drop as she walked into her personal heaven, for a moment she recovered her sobriety.

He told her to grab what she could and get out, and she giggle again like an idiot feeling like a criminal, brushes, bottle of paints and whatever was at hand, not even caring really what she was taking and that it wasn’t hers. Again a distant voice in her mind reminded her she could end up on jail for this, and that would be the end of her party life and her reputation, which would decrease at home but surely increase in her nightlife. She shut the voice in her mind, checking Cass out while he also grabbed some supplies. Such a lucky night she couldn’t even believe it. Not embarrassed at all at the possibility of him discovering when he turned she tried to focus in the postcard he had on his hands. It took her a while to make sense of what she was seeing and why she was looking at it, but once she did a mischievous smile curved her full lips. “I think it needs some color. And our personal touch.” It never crossed her mind how would they get there from where they were but she knew they would manage somehow. She suddenly had the urge to kiss Cass fully in the mouth, all the excitement and alcohol in her veins was messing up with her pheromones. She stopped herself and looking at, thinking, and then realized she was too drunk to think, so what the hell? She took a step to the front and kissed him out of happiness and because she didn’t care anymore. “That’s a preview of tonight, let’s get moving, you got me all excited with the painting thing!” It was probably the first time she was doing something illegal like that; drugs didn’t count because that was hurting herself but right now she was acting like a criminal and it was so exciting that it had her aroused. She was going to paint the city tonight with the colors of her soul and she was sure it was going to be her best paint ever. It was a pity no one would know it was hers, though on second thoughts it was better no one ever knew or she would end up sued. She laughed again and the sound of her husky voice filled the night. Who said she could live without partying? Because when she remembered she was going to send him to hell.

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Another drink and Cass would probably fall flat on the door, unconscious… and probably down with his own vomit. How disgusting, but how true. He didn’t feel nauseous yet but the slight and almost speck like tiny bit of consciousness in his brain told him that tomorrow would be one hell of a day. He didn’t have anything planned anyway, so spending all day long hugging the toilet wouldn’t be a problem. Plus, even if he did have something important to do it wasn’t clearly too important as he already forgot about it. What could be more important than getting wasted with insane amounts of alcohol, spending the night with an awesomely hot chick who seemed to love partying as much as he did, was an artist, AND was willing to turn into a night troll with him and paint the city around? The right answer to that one was a clear and straight nothing.

His hands were full with the heavy bag. He couldn’t exactly tell just how heavy it was as his perception of pretty much everything was very diminished. It could’ve been light as a feather or it could’ve been heavy as a ton of lead and he just felt it like he was carrying his school bag around the Parisian night. His mind was totally set on hopping out of the storage place and sneak his way to the metro and start spraying the walls with mad talent. His perfectly straight train of thought was kicked off tracks and forced into a collision when Anouk pressed the kiss against his lips. As if instinct had kicked in he kissed back, dropping the bag in the process and ignoring the soft metal of the paint cans and bottles hitting the cold floor. Licking his lips as soon as she pulled back he was left with a numbing sensation in his lips and he really had no idea if it was because of the kiss or from all the alcohol that ran through his system. His mind was still in that train wreck and any trace of coherent thought refused to return until Anouk mentioned the painting thing. Oh right, that’s what they were supposed to do, painting. “Your wishes are my command.” He said with slurred voice while picking up the bag and dragging his humanity out of the room. Sadly enough, he forgot to lock the door once the couple was back on a main street.

“Taxi!!” He lifted his hand and yelled as if he were in the middle of a busy Manhattan. Or well, he thought that’s how people yelled in the middle of a busy Manhattan since he had never been there. A ‘busy London’ styled yell would have to do… Seconds later a cab stopped right in front of them and thankfully let them inside. The thought of the cab rejecting the passengers never even crossed Cass’s head but it was a possibility. They were completely wasted and they could easily pass out in the back seat. “To the Louvre Rivoli station, if you please.” He said, practically tripping with the French words and barely making himself understood. The driver was used to dealing with freaks like them during the night shift so he merely nodded and the car was on its way.

Cass instantly began feeling the heavy weight of the night life. His eyes decided it wasn’t too cool to stay open anymore but Cass decided to fight that by opening the window and sticking his head out, much like a dog. An excited scream to the night full of lights served to shake the sleepiness away and he was ready for another round of mad fun. Soon enough the taxi was parked on the street where an elegant sign of ‘Metro’ was positioned. “Thaaanks!” he blew a kiss to the taxi driver and paid him with some bills… probably a lot more than what he was supposed to charge but math didn’t fit in Cass’s brain when there was fun to be had. “Ready love?” He turned to Anouk while shaking the bag full of art supplies and ran inside the station. Screw security! They were probably asleep anyway, as it was that time in which decent people slept.

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Hangovers weren’t a problem for her, Anouk was so used t them that she didn’t feel them anymore. It had been a very long time since she had a proper one, and they had been even rarer since she started flirting with drugs. This wasn’t the first time she was on the streets of Paris, completely wasted, barefoot, with a hot guy and with no control over her body or her acts. Everything was funny, everything was brilliant, and all the ideas seemed perfect, even the criminal ones that will lead her eventually to jail if they were caught, just like the one Cass had suggested. But she was even more stupid for accepting them all without thinking of the consequences, or if she did thought about them she didn’t care at all about it. She was free tonight to go whenever she wanted and do whatever the hell she wanted, and if tomorrow she would have to wake up in a cold bench at the police station with her mother, father and brother shooting her disappointed stares, so it be. It was about time they noticed the girl she had become, it was about time someone paid her enough attention to notice the signs. Right now all she cared about was having fun, because her mind couldn’t think anymore about her problems, her mind was switched off.

Cass looked funny standing there with the bag on his hand looking lost, with that glassy stare as if he couldn’t remember what he was about to do. It took a lot more than that for Anouk to get to that state, for her the night had just started, though she was drunk enough to have fun and for once she didn’t have plans of falling unconscious. She heard the noise the bag made as it fell from Cass hands and hit the pavement; Anouk laughed and raised her eyebrow at him with a small smile on her face. Either she was one hell of a kisser, and she knew she was because practice made the master and she had long list of boys she had practiced with, or Cass was just too drunk. Considering how he looked like right at moment Anouk bet her money on the second one. She laughed when he called for cab with that British accent of him now heavier because the coherent part of his brain that controlled speech wasn’t coherent anymore. But it worked and soon enough they were sitting in the back of the car. She rested her head on the seat, closing her eyes, humming a tune and now and then looking at her hands as they moved. She heard him yell to the night but she was so tired didn’t pay attention.

She only realized they had arrived when Cass shook the bag, she smiled drowsily and got out of the car, the cold air waking her up again. She should have wondered why a stranger was calling her love, but she shrugged it off because she was going to be her love of the night and tomorrow she will probably be gone before he woke up. She would forget his name, what they did and everything will be back to normal, or so she thought. “Come on, let’s not wait anymore.” She said walking toward the station and stopping in front of the dull wall. She opened the paint, the smell so familiar to her made her smile and wet the brush. The first outline was always the most difficult as you never know exactly what you wanted to, but soon enough they both got working on it, not caring a bit about how it was going to end. She wasn’t thinking, she was feeling it. And she got so into it that she ended up covered in paint, dancing and laughing. The brilliant red of her cheeks and that spark on her eyes hadn’t been there for a very long while. “This is the best night of my life!” She said laughing and she looked at Cass, the first guy that had made her really laugh, that had made her feel that way.

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Cass had heard some crazy things about French girls when he first mentioned the possibility of moving to France to study. His friends were almost bristling with envy when they learned Cass was going to La Lumineuse, not only because it was one hell of an academy but also because it was filled with hot chicks. It was normal for kids that age to only think about that, and Cass was no exception. He also thought of all the hot guys he could find in there but that somehow still entered in the ‘normal’ spectrum. So far he had met a few chicks who indeed proved that Paris could offer some wild night life. He had woken up with more than a few random girls… and guys… and he was not even ashamed to admit it. None of them were interesting enough to keep as other than party friends and occasional bed partners. It wasn’t even that Cass asked too much, he wasn’t all that demanding and he flirted with anything that moved but when something didn’t catch his attention, it just didn’t. Anouk didn’t seem to fall in that pattern though. Not only she was hot, sexy but she was also an artist. Cass loved people who were like him, he gravitated to them with such ease that it was almost ridiculous. He didn’t believe in fate or any of other similar bullshit but he was pretty sure some cosmic force had to be happy at him for giving him the chance to meet someone as awesome as he was [/ego boost]

The short cab trip and the constant air on his face helped to level his head down. He was still drunk, there was no doubt about it but since there was no more alcohol entering his system he was beginning to process what was inside and so he was left in a thin and awesome equilibrium between being completely wasted and just mildly drunk. It was also the right spot to lure out his muses and make the bitches work in his favor.

The paint smelled so nice. It as an intoxicating scent; one that would probably leave him stupid if he continued smelling it like that. Soon enough he was dancing around the bare wall, spraying paint and tossing cans at it; mixing the colors on the wall when they were still fresh and forming combinations that wouldn’t be possible to pull in a sober state. Just like Anouk he ended up covered in pain. Blue and green tainted his shirt while red and yellow fingerprints were plastered against his cheeks. His jeans didn’t come out unscathed and for a moment Cass remembered he was wearing a hoody but he couldn’t remember where he left it. Not that it mattered anyway, he wasn’t cold and he had no idea if it was because the night was cool or because he was overly excited.

They painted during what seemed like minutes to Cass but in fact it had been a good hour or more. All his energy had been put in the colorful mural and the result was simply awesome. It wasn’t just a random explosion of color and energy, it held a certain order despite their states but still reflected freedom and a free spirit. Even in the dark night illuminated by dim lamp posts the essence of the painting could be seen and felt. It certainly was a master work… a drunken master work but still. All that was left was sign it and out of habit Cass had left a clean bare spot on one of the corners of the painting. No way in hell they would sign that with their names though. Cass was drunk but not stupid enough to not know that it could take them to jail. “How are we signing this one, babe?” He asked while rubbing his lips from a few drops of blue and just managing to sprawl them on his white skin. They would so need a shower after this, luckily enough his apartment wasn’t too far away from here and hopefully Anouk would agree to finish the night at his place, coz that would just be totally awesome.

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Taking a step behind to admire their masterpiece Anouk smiled proud of herself. This had been one hell of a night for her and it was a lot coming from someone who partied from Monday to Sunday. She had extremely drunken nights, dancing ones, high ones and this was just a random one. She was used to be surrounded by hot guys all the time, she was picky when it came to the boys she was going out with, mostly because she compared them all to him. But Cass couldn’t be compared, he was nothing like him, in fact they were so amazingly different that it only made Anouk like him more. There was something that called her to him, but she was sure next morning everything will vanish. Not that she cared; she had woken up uncountable times in a bed that wasn’t hers, or in the arms of a boy she couldn’t remember. All she had to do was pick her clothes from the floor, snuck out of the house and take a shower. But she couldn’t help but wonder if with him was going to be different because they were so similar. It was a stupid thought for someone who didn’t settle with a boy for more than a few days, they were lucky if they reached the week with her.

And even so, there she was, done with a criminal act that had made her the happiest in a while, with her muse back and a paint that for once wasn’t blue. It was brilliant, dazing, and she hoped they weren’t going to erase it. She glanced back at Cass, as covered in paint as she was and he seemed to be as excited as her though more used to do those kind of crazy things. She laughed when he smeared his face with blue painting and shook her head but that gave her an idea. “What about this?” She walked to the nearest can and wet her hand with the paint, placing it in the blank spot reserved for their signatures and then with a brush she blurred it a bit. Now it was finally done, every time she walked into the metro station and looked at the painting she will smile, remembering the night and knowing it was her doing. One day she will make sure to bring Alexei and ask randomly if he liked it and he wasn’t going to know it was hers because it was so different from everything she had done before. She laughed at the idea, maybe one day he will tell him the truth, maybe not.

But with the paint finished, and now more sober than she wished to be, they were left with nothing more to do. She walked up to him and surrounded his neck with her slender arms, not caring if her clothes were going to get ruined because of the painting, because they already were. “So what now huh?” She whispered in his hear with the most seductive voice she could manage and raised her eyebrow in a suggestive manner. “Because we are done here and the night is still so young.” Anouk wasn’t of the opinion that sex ruined the possibilities of something more serious, but right at the moment she didn’t have to care about because she wasn’t looking for something serious with Cass, far from that, she just wanted to have an awesome night with a hot guy and move on the next morning to his next victim. If he was good enough at keeping her entertained there was a chance she will see him more than once, but Anouk was one of those girl who get bored easily and so far no one besides Alexei had stand a chance with her. He could try though, like so many did, but she had the impression he wouldn’t have to, that things were going to go smooth between them somehow. Surely not for something serious, but for a second she had some kind of revelation, for a second she knew he was going to be an important part of her life.

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Sharing was caring, right? That was one of the premises Cass’s parents had taught him, or at least tried to teach him. At first he didn’t mind sharing at all, he was good spirited and getting a little less of something in order to get a smile from someone was totally worth it. That is of course, until he turned into the attention seeking monster he was today. It wasn’t even unusual for artists to think only about themselves and their work and criticize others as if they were the top of the cream. Cass was no different, he didn’t criticize because he really could care less about the work of someone else but certainly didn’t like to share the spot like. What was unheard of was collaborations in paintings. Artists just had different styles even if they followed the same current, and Cass wanted to think that everyone’s ego was big enough to fit a single canvas. This was different, completely different. Anouk never got in his way just like he never got in hers. She complimented his strokes and he complimented hers and the result was a beautiful marriage of color and awesomeness. They probably would never do it again, as ‘spur of the moment’ paintings were Cass’s specialty and he doubted that meeting a sexy painter in the middle of a drunken night was something that happened often. Even so, it was alright. Stuff like that was meant to happen once in a life time so that Cass could mull over it every now and then and smile like an idiot.

He followed Anouk until she placed her hand on the empty space. Smiling and agreeing with her idea he did the same with a different color, bluring any type of evidence that could lead the police to them. It wasn’t even his usual style, and he doubted it was Anouk’s either so they were very safe, for now; safe from the cops at least, but certainly not safe from continuing the party tonight.

Placing a painted hand against Anouk’s arm which circled his neck, Cass smiled cheekly without really looking at Anouk for the moment. “Well you know, there’s a lot of options here, seeing that I’ve gone from completely wasted to almost sober in less than an hour. That’s gotta be some kind of record by the way.” He started musing, still not making much sense but after an orgasmic painting session who would be coherent. “How about we get these dirty clothes off, take a hot shower, and see what happens?” The ‘see what happens’ part obviously doubled as ‘have sex’, probably 'shower sex'. It was clear what Cass wanted and he never really made any intentions to hide it, ever. Anouk seemed like the type of girl who could take the truth to her face and not flinch like a 15 year old school girl, that’s the impression Cass got from her and so far he hadn’t been disappointed at all.

It was amazing to Cass how similar he and Anouk were. He didn’t even have to ponder over the various traits as all he had to do was submit to the evidence. The thought of having something with her or entering in a relationship with her didn’t even cross his air headed mind, because they were just so similar and if the premises were right, they would have sex and that would be it. Cass’s reputation had escalated a bit despite the fact that he was still a first year and practically new to the academy. He could point out a few flaws in all the things that were said about him though; he wasn’t just a player, a flirt and a little blue eyed mess. Sure, if he didn’t find someone interesting he’d dump them like a used condom but what most people didn’t know was that the few people that he actually deemed interesting were kept close to his messed up heart. Cass couldn’t tell for sure right now but Anouk seemed to fit that category just right. It didn’t mind if they got wasted together, or if they slept together tonight, Cass was already trying to figure out a way to keep this girl in his life on a long term. Not as a girlfriend, and not as a simple ‘art friend’; he actually wanted to be in her life, he just didn’t know how yet. Blame that one of his current state of mind.

“My place is that-a-way.” He pointed to their left. “Again left seems to be the right option.” His amused smile said everything as he spun around and lifted Anouk from her feet. “Alright you barefoot artist, time for me to walk you home. My home.” He smiled like the inner child that was playing inside his soul and started walking down the street. It was only a ten minute walk after all.

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