Fire up that fiddle, boy, and bring me one last drink [open]

[truthsandlyres]

Who: Apollo and YOU, please

What: Having a drink

Where: One of the taverns by the inn

When: Sukkardi (Saturday)evening

Notes: Multiple threads okay!

Warnings:Tipsy Apollo?

Apollo was not unfamiliar with battle. He'd watched dozens of them. Hundreds of them, maybe. He knew how war worked, understood that people were drawn to bloodshed, believed that world peace would never be achieved. Still, it had never mattered before.

He had never been in the middle of it before.

The whole event had left a bad taste in his mouth, which was why he found himself knocking back drinks. More than ever, he was eager to get back home, to be able to distance himself from all the unpleasantry again. "Another," he called out, pushing his empty glass back. Half distracted by a woman down at the other end of the bar with dark eyes and a large chest. Eyeing him less than discretely and he felt nothing. A sigh of disgust. What was wrong with him?

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[truthsandlyres]

He raised an eyebrow.

"Something just hit you, Swan?"

Frankly, given her current expression, he wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to know what that something was.

[cassie_of_troy]

She shook her head. "Nothing that needs to be said," she answered quietly. She didn't want to say it and he sure as hell wouldn't want to hear it. So why bother?

Cassandra stood up, nearly tripping over the stood beneath her. "Just promise me you won't go wandering around the streets while you're drunk. It isn't safe."

Let him think it was patronizing. She didn't care. Her heart was in the right place.

Wasn't it?

[truthsandlyres]

"Don't run off so quick," he asked, looking up at her. "I was worried about you."

True enough. Then again, he was always worried about her.

"Like it or not, we're all we have. Stay."

[cassie_of_troy]

"Oh, I'm worried about me too. I make bad decisions. It's all I know." She looked down at him, her dark eyes reflecting the light of the room. Lightly, she grazed her bloody fingers along the back of his hand. "Don't worry about me. Nothing can kill me, I think. I'll die in bed."

She stepped back, pulling her hand away.

"Then again, I've already died twice on my feet. Maybe there's a pattern there I should worry about. Who knows?"

Her words were coming out quickly now, bordering on manic. The sad part was that it wasn't an act. She never pretended to be anything other than herself with Apollo.

[truthsandlyres]

He gently took her arm and pulled her back onto a stool. Drunk or not, he wasn't stupid. Something more than what she was saying was bothering her. Likely dealing with the battle, one way or the other.

"Sit. Calm down a minute, there's no need to rush off."

[cassie_of_troy]

Cassandra met eyes with Apollo. "I need to go," she told him softly.

She stood up, twisting her arm free of his grasp. "Goodnight, Apollo."

[truthsandlyres]

He watched her. Too drunk at the moment to conceal the hurt in his eyes.

"Goodnight, Swan."