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Started May 10, 2018 by @darkeyes

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Kaz shook his head. “Nope. Serious as can be. I’m what would be commonly called an abomination. Affront to nature. Whatever you prefer to call it.”

“That’s impossible, that shit isn’t real,” Vaughn said, leaning forward, elbows resting against the tabletop.

Kaz glanced around, making sure no one was looking their direction. “Really? Explain this,” he said as purple electricity crackled to life along his fingertips

Vaughn flinched back at that, hand going to where he had his gun tucked into the waistband of his trousers. “What the hell?!” He hissed sharply.

Kaz put his hands up. "Hey, hey! Calm down!" he hissed quietly. "I warned you, so don't even think about the gun in your pants."

Vaughn’s eyes were narrowed in caution. “Can you give me nay good reasons not to shoot you right here,” he snapped.

"Because how good would it look if you shot the bartender's longest regular?" he said quietly. He was having a small bit of difficulty coming up with backup reasons, and his anxiety certainly didn't help anything

(Oh my god I’m screaming we are doing class Questions in scripture and someone out a piece of paper in a bowl and the question was “Is it really that bad to be lgbtq?” And now remember, this is the teacher who hates that stuff (think back to the rainbow “hail Satan”) and she goes “I want to know which one of you little lesbians wrote this right now” AND IM LOOSING IT)

“Thank god I don’t give a damn about that sort of thing,” Vaughn hissed. He had killed plenty of people in the past, this wouldn’t be different. The whispers told him to do it.

(oh my g OD LMAO) Kaz scowled at him. "Look, I didn't call the cops on you, and you seem like a decent person when you're not trying to put a bullet in people's brains. So calm your ass down before I deep fry you," he spat

(People keep countering every reason she gives as to why it’s bad and she is getting so frustrated and I’m crakcing up. She’s like “everyone has to be open to having kids and same sex marriages cannot accomplish that” and my friend raises her hand and goes “what if you hate kids” and I SCREAMED)

Vaughn slowly shook his head, but didn’t say anything. He still kept his hand on his lap, in close range of the gun if it was needed.

(fight the homophobia lol) Kaz scowled, taking a sip of his drink. "Yeesh. You buy a guy's drinks and he tries to pull a gun on you," he muttered

“I didn’t ask for you to by my drinks,” Vaughn responded, ‘brown’ eyes narrowed slightly.

Kaz rubbed at his eyes. "Look, I'm making an attempt at being a good person, but you are making it very difficult right now."

Vaughn stifled a snicker. “Not everyone is going to want that little kindness of yours,” he said in a nonchalant way.

"Yes, I'm aware, thank you," he snapped, downing the last of his drink. He was tipsy now, and he tended to be a small bit of an irritable drunk. Or a flirty drunk. It depended on how much he had to drink. He scowled a little at Vaughn. "Spent 2 years getting it beat into me," he added as a bit of an afterthought

“Oh really?” Vaughn questioned, fingers now feeling the material of his trousers again distractedly. He glanced at the drink, eyes narrowed. Kaz was already seeming intoxicated.

"I repeat. Dad was a dick," he said, twirling his glass absently on the table

“I could always take him off your hands,” Vaughn suggested in a dark tone, loosing folding his arms across his chest now.

Kaz laughed a little. “Nah. Already took care of him. My cousin and I sent his ass straight back to hell as soon as we knew how. He’s deader than disco.”

Deader that disco? Who the hell even says that? Vaughn thought with a slight frown. But he nodded anyways. “Good,” he simply said, running a hand across his jaw. He felt light stubble along the skin and made a mental reminder to shave back at the gas station. He wanted to ask what Kaz was exactly, if he didn’t have a soul, but he thought that to be too personal. He wouldn’t want people asking him things like that.

Kaz glanced over at the way Vaughn’s hand ran over his face, his intrusive thoughts barging their way through his mind again. Getting buzzed with a serial killer wasn’t his brightest idea, but at least if he said something wrong he’d be getting shot by an attractive serial killer

(Lmao, he’s just thinking at least he’s attractive)

“What are you?” Vaughn suddenly asked, dropping his hand back down onto the table

//lmaoo
“if i die at least he’s cute”

(Yep lol) Kaz looked up, stunned out of his daydreaming. He shrugged, and before he could stop himself the words “I’m whatever you’d like me to be,” slipped through his filter. Shit. Thank you, alcohol

Vaughn most likely would have choked up he had something in his mouth. This kid was bloody insane. “That’s inappropriate talk,” he muttered.

Kaz kept his smile even though he was internally screaming his stupidity. Well he had already gotten this far, why not dig himself a grave? “It’s only inappropriate if you’re like…12.”

“That’s not what I meant, it’s just uncalled for,” Vaughn said with a heavy frown.

Kaz put a hand up. “Okay, yes. Uncalled for. I may or may not be tipsy. Sorry,” he rambled, anxiety slamming into him like a train wreck. He was so getting shot

Vaughn didn’t understand mindless flirting with people you weren’t comfortable around. That was exactly why he was Demi. He gave a low hum, adjusting his tie as he slipped the suit jacket back on. “Good to know you understand.”

Kaz nodded. "I'm sorry. That was actually really uncalled for. I am apparently physically incapable of not saying the wrong thing today."