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Started May 10, 2018 by @darkeyes

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(Against the law? And no promises)

Vaughn arched a brow at the sudden, random appearance of a German accent. “The flirting is unnecessary,” he said.

(well I mean it wasn't really a random appearance, his accent just gets heavier when he's drunk lol) "What, not used to it? Or have I captured your heart already?" he chuckled, shrugging his leather jacket off since it felt like someone had suddenly turned the bar's heat up

(Lmao okay)

Vaughn frowned tightly and shook his head. “No, people just don’t talk to me in that way, and I don’t talk to people in that way either,” he simply explained.

"Well…Would you like me to stop?" Kaz asked, smirk lessening just a little. He didn't want to make anyone upset or uncomfortable, even when he was effectively drunk. He knew he could sometimes make people uncomfortable, and didn't want to accidentally irritate Vaughn

“That would be appreciated,” Vaughn said, a slight hiss in his tone as he did so. He wasn’t fond of flirtations. If he was in a relationship with someone, then they could be as suggestive as they would like. But a stranger? That just annoyed him.

"Sorry, sorry," Kaz said, embarrassment creeping up on him. See? No one wants you, not after- He grabbed another beer from the waiter walking by, popping the cap off and chugging almost half of it. The voices quieted again, and he covered his mouth with one hand to hide the frown he had. Getting drunk was always a bad idea in public places. Why did he have to get drunk in front of a surprisingly nice serial killer and ruin the other guy's entire impression of him?

Vaughn’s shoulders loosened at that and he leaned back in his seat, taking in his surroundings. He shifted his sleeve up a tad and checked the watch on his wrist. It was almost one in the morning. “I should be going..” he muttered.

Kaz nodded. "Right. Yeah. Um." He stared down into his beer, a little sad that Vaughn had to go. His eyes seemed to light up with an idea, though. He reached into one of the pockets of his leather jacket, fishing a pen and a stray sticky note out of the garment. He scribbled his number down below 'Kaz Weathers.' "Here, uh. If you ever wanna say hi again," he said, sliding the sticky note over to Vaughn before shouldering his jacket again

Vaughn looked down at the sticky note with an emotionless expression before folding it carefully and tucking it into the pocket of his suit jacket. He got up, about to leave, when he paused. “You won’t tell anyone about me, right?” He asked.

(oh my god almost the entire gore crew changed their names) Kaz stood, shaking his head. "No. Got no reason to." He chuckled a little, putting his hands in his pockets. "Besides, how much of a dick move would that be?"

(Did Ca1??? Mine is a spanish word oo)

“Huge dick move,” Vaughn commented, straightening out his suit jacket. “Well, er, bye,” he mumbled, walking to the door.

(no Ca1 is the only one who hasn't lol) "Uh. Bye," Kaz said, giving a small wave before picking his half-drank beer up and starting to walk to the door through the bar that led up to the apartments. When he got back to his room, he was going to get absolutely wasted and try his best to forget how much of a massive idiot he had turned himself into in the short amount of time he had been talking to Vaughn

// probably won't be on for the rest of the day but we'll see

//wait no
I’m here

Dev raised her eyebrows at the girl. It took a minute to register who it was, as it was very dark when Dev saw the girl earlier. Bathed in shadow, Dev only caught minor details, which is what helped her identify the young woman across from her. "Oh," she said as her face turned pink, "hey."

“What are you doing in this paper of town?” Sheasked, taking another sip.

//fack
coughcoughpapertowns
I meant part

(Lmao okay)

Vaughn walked at a leasurly pace as he headed back to the gas station. He took the glasses off and stuffed them into his pocket, then took out the colored contacts, tucking them into a small case that was in his front pocket. That felt much better. He ran his fingers through his hair, fixing the strands.

(how is Vaughn's hair supposed to look? like is it long with bangs that normally go over the eye or..?) Kaz padded quietly up the four flights of stairs up to the very top floor. His apartment was bigger than the others in the building, since it had originally been an attic before the owner of the building had remodeled. He finally reached the spiral staircase up to his room, almost tripping over himself as he walked up the steps. He fished his key out before fumbling with it, managing to unlock his door without too many tries. He walked inside, locking the door behind him. He took his jacket and hoodie off, throwing them on the couch before reaching into the fridge for a bottle of bourbon

(Something like this (the first photo. Didn’t know what the style is called, sort of like a comb over..: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/318418636147695084/)

Vaughn stumbled into the gas station finally, having dropped and fumbled with the keys at least three times in his slightly buzzed state. He trudged inside, shrugging off his suit jacket and tossing it onto the counter. The radio was still playing quietly, but he reached over and turned the volume up so the tune was blaring. He leaned against the counter for a moment, fingers tapping to the beat of the song.

(ohhhh ok that helps lol) Kaz flopped down on the couch, the tattered surface itching his back through his ripped Deadpool tank top. He reached over to the coffee table, grabbing a half-used cigarette and lighting it with a small spark of lightning out of pure laziness. He took a drag of it, the fumes helping calm his anxiety. He opened the bottle of bourbon, taking a swig of it and squinting up at the pale white ceiling of the apartment

(Lol okay)

Vaughn didn’t know what to do with himself. He felt like a complete mess. Sitting there in his desk chair, head in his hands. He wondered why he was doing all of this. Why he was going around killing men. Because they were bad, or because he just wanted to fuel his own selfish revenge? Hell, in that moment, he even considered going to the police and turning himself in. He would most likely get life, or something close to that. Wouldn’t be too bad, he would have a place to stay and could meet new people. But it wouldn’t be safe.

//username change again!

(yeah like everyone changed their users at the same time lol) Kaz frowned at nothing, his mind starting to work of its own accord in the silence. Why had he gotten drunk with Vaughn? How did he make such a fool of himself so quickly? And why the hell did he think flirting was a good idea? His frown deepened, and he took another drink of the bourbon. Apparently drinking himself unconscious was the only good idea he had come up with for the day

//lmao, I’d join the name-changing game but I like mine
I’ll change my profile pic!

(Lmao yeah)

Vaughn shook his head to himself. He couldn’t give himself up. He wouldn’t be thrown into a prison, he would be put into an asylum most likely because of his mental illness. He cleared his sore feeling throat, finally deciding to address his various wounds. He got a roll of bandages and wrapped them around his bruised and split knuckles. After taking off his button up and white undershirt, he stood in front of a cracked mirror as he felt at his ribs. He hissed in pain when his fingers went over a terrible bruise. Something might be broken..

Kaz rolled over, patting the coffee table lazily until he found the radio. He turned it on, his half-dead phone beginning to play some Mother Falcon song. He sighed, taking another drag of his cigarette. He blew the smoke in a lazy ring, watching it splinter and dissipate above him. Y'know, he's got the same name as your ex, came a thought, ugly with the implications it caused. He ignored it, downing more of the bottle just to spite it. His eyes fluttered, sleep starting to poke at the back of his brain. He reached over, smothering his cigarette in the ash tray. He didn't want to fall asleep and burn another hole into the sofa again

(He whaaaaat? Oof Lmao)

Vaughn wasn’t sure how to treat a broken rib. He decided on not “working” for the next day or so. The one thing he did know was that the broken rib could possibly puncture one of his lungs, and he was sure as hell not going down because of that, of all things. He exhaled slowly, slipping on his undershirt and walking into the backroom, keeping the door open so he could hear the radio playing from the main area.