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Cassandra Winters

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by GingerPitbull

Description

After growing up in a less than perfect household, Cassandra turned to a life of hard drugs and alcohol abuse to solve her pain. Growing up in a small town where everyone knows everything but how the bullet holes ended up on their own fridge, her grandparents heard about Cassandra's self medication and took her far away from her parents, who had been so caught up in their fighting they didn't even notice she had been taken away until her grandmother called to let them know they had gotten home safely.

Skip ahead to a few years, she had finished college, gotten her doctorate in Veterinary Medicine, specializing in exotics and venomous species, the scars on her arms and stomach tell the story of many victories in subduing any animal you can think of. A vial of venom is always on her hip, accompanied by her 9mm, always concealed in it's holster.

So begins...

Cassandra Winters's Story

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Cassandra had promised herself a long time ago she would slow down on her drinking without the help of some group of whiney wanna be alcoholics after her first visit to a group where some college freshmen had woken up on some random couch, or another woke up with some strange dude, everyone there seemed to have only had five or six drinks, besides groups of people bitching and complaining about a non existent problem wasn't her style to begin with.

As she stepped inside the bar, her eyes scanned the patrons, taking in the sights and smells of the unfamiliar bar, finally making her way to the bar, waiting to get the bartenders attention, once she got the attention, she ordered a simple jack and coke, paid for the drink and tipped with a $20 bill, after working at a few bars and small diners she knew they all lived on tips.

Her eyes fell upon three strangers, not quite sure what to think of them, she pulled out her iPhone and began playing her duck hunting game, turning the volume down to where she could just barely hear it, half of her attention on it, half on the other patrons.

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The door to the bar opened, letting in a rush of outside air and a cloud of cigarette smoke. The man who entered didn’t bother looking around himself as he headed straight for the bar, his cell phone pressed against his ear. “Yeah, yeah,” he spoke, the cigarette dangling between his lips, a half inch of ash barely clinging to the end. As he reached the bar, he slapped his hand on the surface a couple of times to get the attention of the bartender and then pointed to a bottle of scotch lined up on the back wall. “Nah, I hear ya,” he continued, speaking into the phone and rolling his eyes at the bartender. Covering the end of the phone, he shook his head at the bartender. ”Women,” he whispered loudly, rolling his eyes again. “Nah, I hear ya!” He said again, uncovering the microphone. “Ye’ll get it,” he insisted. “Soon’s I ‘ave it, ye’ll get it. I gotta go. Client’s here.” And without listening to the response from the person on the other end of the phone, he ended the call.

The ash had fallen from his cigarette and lay in a small pile on the surface of the bar.

“Man, women are insane!” he griped to the bartender. “Ser’ously, mate. My advice: avoid ‘em. E’ry one’a ‘em is out fer yer balls or yer wallet.”

He pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and paid for the drink the bartender set before him. “Thank ya,” he nodded before taking notice of the redhead seated nearby. He took the cigarette from his mouth and stubbed it out in an ashtray before straightening his worn leather jacket and approaching Cassandra Winters. Sliding onto the seat beside her, he smiled his best smile. “’Ey there, Beautiful.”

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Cassandra drew her eyes away from the game, jumping a bit because she hadn't expected to be spoken to, much less drawn into the game as she had been, "Oh, pardon me, you scared me a bit, sir, I guess I got carried away" she said in a low tone as she locked her phone, and turned it upside down so the glare didn't catch hers or anyone else's eye, besides it was rude to be on your phone when someone's speaking to you, she shifted her drink and wallet closer to her so he could comfortably put his stuff and drink down in front of him. Reaching into her back pocket, she pulled out her small box of 305's, carefully plucked one from the box, put it to her lips, and dug around in her wallet for her lighter, once it was lit, she reached for an ashtray.

"What brings you to this bar so late in the week?" she asked, starting a bit of small talk.

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Character Portrait: Raphael E. McGregor Character Portrait: Sire Mollem McGregor Character Portrait: Meg Sanderson Character Portrait: Graeme Snale Character Portrait: Cassandra Winters
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Mollem gave Meg a long stare as he slowly drank his Ambrosia, savoring the sweet liquid as he tried to recall where he had seen this woman.

You could hide scars, cut or dye your hair, but the face almost always remained the same barring plastic surgery, it took several long moments but Mollem finally dropped the bombshell.

"How fitting." He said aloud. At that moment he placed the glass on the table, and stared up at Meg.

"I could have sworn you were dead, I remember ordering my black hand to end your life." He said, his voice darkening, he should have kept quiet, this woman had leverage, as Prince and the IMPSOC regime were offering amnesty to those with information concerning Mollem's whereabouts.

That was in addition to the large bounties on his head, she could cash in, get revenge for the years of pain he had imparted on her.

This was awkward, and Mollem for the first time in his life was in a position to pay for his past misdeeds.

Raphael slowly stood up, he was going to try his own charms.

Slowly he watched the newcomer move through the bar, and sit near a rather attractive redhead. It had been some time since Raphael knew a woman's touch, and this young woman was primed to be swept away.

He made a face at the man who sat down, the one who was on his cell phone.

"Tch.." he snickered. "What a loser." Raphael said aloud. "She's out of your league, dude." Raphael said, winking at Cassandra.

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Terror. It had been so long since Meg had experienced true terror that the sudden sensation nearly took her breath away. Despite the terror roiling in her insides, Meg’s face remained entirely impassive. She shifted her gaze from Raphael to Mollem and it remained there as she lifted her whiskey to her lips and took a sip, almost as if she was challenging him.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! The very thing she had been afraid of happening was happening. Of course it was. This was Gambits. This was Wing City. She had tempted Fate when she walked into this place. Of course Fate had taken the bait. Despite all the changes she had made – the hair, the tattoos, the plastic surgery on the face – Mollem had still figured her out.

Meg remained silent for a long time – long enough for Raphael to leave the table. The entire time, she stared at Mollem. The longer she stared at Mollem, the more she realized her window to deny his accusation was closing. But Elise was tired of running. She was tired of hiding. She was tired of living the life that someone else had forced her to live. So she stared at Mollem, remembering everything he had done to her from the moment they had first met. She thought about the woman she had been when they met – arrogant, beautiful, rich, and a complete germaphobe. She thought about what she had gone through at Mollem’s hands… including living in the sewers for about a year to escape his wrath. The plastic surgery, the scars from the tattoo removal… it had all been in vain. Here he was, sitting beside her.

And she hated him with every fiber of her being.

Finally she broke the silence. “How is it that I’ve been running from you for years, and suddenly, I find myself having a drink with you?” She lifted her glass and studied the golden liquid inside. “And you’re one of the most wanted men in the ‘verse…” She mused on that thought for a moment, contemplating the whiskey. After a few seconds, she lifted her eyes to his once more, took a sip of the whiskey, and smiled. “Miss me?”

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He’d expected to be ignored. Or slapped. For some reason, women just seemed to love slapping him. But he definitely expected to be ignored. When he wasn’t, and the lovely woman actually started speaking to him, Graeme blinked at her, his mouth opened in an O of surprise. The expression was only temporary, however, because as soon as Cassandra pulled out a pack of smokes and lit one, Graeme pulled out a pack of his own.

“Late in the week?” he asked, clearly puzzled. “But ’s only Tuesday.” He looked back to the bartender. “It’s only Tuesday, right?” The bartender shook his head and pointed to a calendar on the wall. “Friday? Shit. Wait, is it last Friday or next Friday?” He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it in a series of messy spikes before turning back to Cassandra. “Well, I guess I didn’ know it was so late in the week,” he offered by way of answer.

He was about to offer to buy Cassandra a drink when his stellar attempt at flirtation was interrupted by the arrival of another. Most men fit into one of two categories when such a thing happened – they either conceded to the other male or they attempted to fight the other male. Graeme was not interested in either of these two options. Graeme made his own rules up when it came to the opposite sex.

“Yeah, she is,” he agreed with Raphael. “She’s beaut’ful an’ prob’ly incred’bly smart and I ain’t got nothing I can offer her that’d ever be good ‘nough. But ‘at don’t mean I wouldn’t try like hell to give her th’ moon or th' stars or pick an entire field worth'a wildflowers for her just t'see her smile.” He paused for a moment for effect, knowing full well what he was doing. “But yer han’some an’ prob’ly smart too, and can prob’ly afford to buy her whate’r she wants. Yer prob’ly more in her league than I am, fer sure. But a man’s gotta dream, right? What else is there worth livin’ for?” He turned his attention to Cassandra again and smiled. “Will y’allow a fella who isn’t in yer league t’buy ya a drink?”

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Cassandra did not expect to be spoken to by one, much less two people in the same night. She kind of smirked at his confused response, after taking a long drag of her cigarette, she watched as the ash accumulated on the end of it, tapped it against the tray, and snuffed it out gently, then stuck it back in the box, she didn't like to waste cigarettes, "Don't worry about losing track of the days, three weeks ago I was writing last years date on my two weeks notice" she snickered. "Name's Cassandra by the way, and you are?" she asked looking at him, extending one hand, using the other to grab her drink, and taking a sip, used her tongue to grab a piece of ice.

Cassandra is what you'd call easily startled, one of the guys she observed earlier had begun talking to the man she just started talking to. As she listened to the exchange, she started to blush, when the warmth reached her ears, she could feel herself blush even more, which made her draw her cotton jacket around her face to keep from blushing even more.

Once she composed herself again, she smoothed her jacket out and cleared her throat, "Now, gentlemen, I'm sure we can all get along" she said in the calmest voice she could manage. Once offered another drink she quickly downed the first drink, chugging it in a matter of seconds, alcohol was something she didn't turn down, especially if it was free. "I wouldn't mind another one" she said, pushing the first one up towards the napkin caddy.

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Mollem slowly stood up from his seat, still staring at Meg, his eyes cold and filled with anger, anger at his situation, anger at the failures of his own people, anger at her.

"Did I ever tell you what, the definition of insanity is?" Mollem asked, circling her like a vulture, his footsteps heavy, slow, and careful.

"Insanity... Is doing the exact same fucking thing, over and over again. Expecting shit to change" Mollem said, downing his Ambrosia, and slamming it on the counter in front of the woman, her reaction was studied for the briefest of moments, before he leaned on the table over her, staring down at her.

Then he lowered himself back into his seat, opening his mouth to speak yet again. "That is crazy." Mollem said. "But the first time somebody told me that, I don't know... I thought they were bullshitting so boom... I had them shot."

"The thing is..." He laughed, to himself. "And then I started seeing it everywhere I looked; everywhere I looked, all these fucking pricks... everywhere I looked doing the exact same fucking thing, over and over and over again. Thinking, this time it's going to be different."

He glared at her, his expression darkening. "No, no no, please! This time, it's going to be different."

Mollem slowly started to stand, anger filling his eyes. "I am sorry, I don't like the way.." His hands went up over his head, and then in a fit of rage he threw the table over. "You are looking at me! Okay?"

Mollem bent forward and moved closer to the woman, his voice raised and his hands clenched into fists. "Do you have a fucking problem in your head!? Do you think I am bullshitting you? Do you think I am lying!?" At that moment Mollem got in Meg's face, his face mere inches from hers as he shouted. "Fuck you!"

"Okay? Fuck you." He shouted, pointing his index finger angrily at her.

He stood back up, walked away with his hands on his head, overcome with anger, and raw emotions that was typical of his bloodline. "It's okay, I'm gonna chill... The thing is. All right..."

Walking back around, Mollem stared at Meg. "The thing is, alright. The thing is. I killed you once. And it's not like I am fucking crazy." Mollem said, walking away from Meg again, and then around her. "It's okay..."

Gesturing with his hand, sweeping it slowly to the side he whistled, and continued. "It's like water under the bridge."

Getting back into her face, he smiled. "Did I ever tell you the definition of insanity?"

Out of the blue, he stood back up, and started to walk away, hands on his head in a fit of stress, he continued to walk, before reaching the bar, in the now quiet bar, and slapping a few Imperial Aschen banknotes on the counter, ordering another drink.


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This guy was smooth, whoeever he was, he had a way with words, but that didn't deter Raphael, not in the slightest, rather he decided to redouble his efforts, despite Mollem's fits towards the blonde across the bar, despite the brief bout of Chaos.

"I've got a thing for redheads." Raphael said, coming up to them and putting one foot on an empty chair and leaning in close, smiling to the man, and then back to Cassandra.

"I conquered this world once, I commanded grand armies as the world leaders bent their knee to me." Raphael boasted.

"Admiral Raphael McGregor, retired." He said, inclining his head, before he grinned slightly towards Graeme. "At your service." He said, bringing his whiskey that he had managed to grab on his way over to his lips. "I've won battles in two galactic wars, served in three." He said, listing off his impressive resume.

"Commanded my starship across a across two galaxies, led campaigns millions of light-years from home."

"Had the distinction of a long military career in one of the most prestigious navies in this Galaxy, the Imperial Aschen Navy, and a long family lineage of nobility. I've got money. I've got power." He said, still leaning forward, whispering slightly towards Graeme.

"And I can kill a man with my bare hands; and the authorities here can't touch me."

He pulled out his wallet, which was bulging with banknotes of several different interplanetary civilizations, most prominently were the square, colored notes of the Aschen Empire. That Raphael placed on the table. "The drinks on me, and then maybe we can take a ride in my..."

"...Intergalactic Spaceship..."

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Throughout Mollem’s entire tirade, Meg simply sat and watched him. As he stalked around her like a predator, Meg remained completely still. When he leaned over her, screaming into her face, Meg remained completely still. As he flipped the table, Meg watched as the remains of her drink went flying, but remained completely still… with one exception: she lifted a hand to wipe away a drop of whiskey that had landed on her jaw. She said nothing the entire time and her face betrayed no emotion at all.

Loathe as she was to admit it to herself, she was used to Mollem’s tantrums, his tirades. Or she had been at one point in her life. Funny how sometimes life brings you back to situations you thought you had escaped forever.

When Mollem stalked to the bar, leaving Meg alone in a chair, the table overturned in front of her, Meg finally took a deep breath and closed her eyes. As far as she saw it, she had two choices. One, she could leave while his back was turned. She might not get far, but she was pretty sure she could hide out long enough to send a tip to the Aschen as to the whereabouts of their most wanted fugitives were currently located. She figured doing so would also give her the opportunity to clear her name as a deserter with the Aschen, and she could finally put all of this behind her. Her other option, as she saw it, was to sit and wait for Mollem to calm down a bit before attempting to have a rational conversation with him. She felt as if she might have the upper hand with him for once, and it would be nice to watch him squirm.

The thing was, she was pretty sure Mollem had finally gone completely insane. Not just sadistically psychotic as she had become convinced he had been in the past, but legitimately, certifiably, straight-jacket and lobotomy insane. And there was no reasoning with an insane man. Conversely, she was pretty sure one of them would not leave the bar alive.

She just hoped it wouldn’t be her.

Meg stood from the chair, brushing some errant drops of whiskey from her jeans as she watched Mollem’s back while he stood at the bar. Every instinct she had told her to run.

But Meg was sick of running.

She flagged down a waitress and ordered a replacement whiskey, and, in a move that surprised even herself, another Ambrosia for Mollem. Then she moved to a table that hadn’t been overturned and pulled out a chair, taking a seat in a position that gave her an opportunity to keep an eye on Mollem at the bar and an eye on the door. It offered a clear path to the door should she need to make a hasty exit, but Meg was tired of running. It was time to end this.

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Graeme was about to answer the woman’s question when he was interrupted by the boasting Admiral. When he had finished his verbal resume, Graeme leaned back on his heels, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Whew!” he exclaimed, turning wide eyes on Cassandra. The thinly veiled threat had not been lost on him. Instead of inspiring fear, however, Graeme found himself amused. “Now ‘at he pretty much whipped it out an’ measured it direc’ly in front’a us, I ain’t sure I can compete.” He leaned in and whispered to Cassandra, loud enough for Raphael to hear: “I ain’t exac’ly packin’.”

He was distracted by the commotion across the room and he turned, watching Mollem and Meg and what was happening in the middle of the room. He pressed his lips together and looked at Raphael and then back to the rampaging man and then finally back to Cassandra. “Name’s Graeme,” he smiled, holding a hand out for her to shake. He pronounced it as ‘Grey-em’ very carefully. “Not Graham,” he insisted, pronouncing it with a sharp a, like ‘gram.’ “I'm not a biscuit.”

He looked over to the pair again, and his brows creased. He took a step toward the couple before turning back to Cassandra. “‘Scuse me, love. Someone oughtta stand up fer her. Dude looks like he wants t’tear her apart. He’s clearly insane.” He looked over to Raphael again and frowned before turning his attention back to Mollem and Meg. Leaning in to whisper once more to Cassandra, he jutted his chin toward Raphael. “Ya can tell a lot ‘bout a man by how he reacts in situations like this. I ain’t no Admiral or nothin’, but I can’t stand t’see a lady be abused.”

He moved across the bar, hands held up nonthreateningly, addressing Mollem as he moved . “‘Ey! Walk it off, guy. Get some air. Deep breaths.”

He watched Meg as she ordered another drink and moved to a different table. Why didn’t she just leave? “Ya okay? Can I get ya anythin’? A towel?”

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Cassandra really didn't know how to respond to all of the attention she was getting, her pupils dilated when she heard all of the commotion, she was used to men shouting at women, and the other way around, she just wasn't used to this caliber of yelling, her eyes rolled when he used the cliché about insanity, something her father had always yelled at her mother about everything she did, from cleaning the oven, to raising a child, as she thought about her past, her eyes glazed over. Her older sister had died when they were kids because her mother had an alcohol problem and it was more important to her than her own spawn, their mother had gone inside to get another bottle of vodka, they had been playing catch by a semi frozen creek behind their house when her sister chased after a ball onto the ice when she fell in, their mother had been planning to teach them how to swim in the spring but never got the chance. Soon after that tragedy struck she taught her how to swim and got her certified to be a lifeguard.


She could hear them talking about themselves, and her eyes went back to normal as she listened and snapped back to reality when both men began talking and staring at each other, "You must excuse me, I'm not used to this much attention. Nor do I know what you mean about pulling it out and measuring, could you please explain it to me, Graeme?" she said trying her hardest not to blush, not to much avail, her blushing seemed to be something she couldn't control.

"It is a pleasure to meet you both, but I must warn y'all, I am far from a lightweight" she said in her sweetest voice, not the least bit ashamed of that fact of herself. She watched as he walked over to the only other female in the bar.

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#, as written by Faithy
Gabrielle exhaled as she walked out from the backroom, pausing to lock the door behind her. Placing her thumb in the security box, she nodded, knowing that she was the only one aside from Renee that could get into the backroom. She yawned widely as she made her way to where the bar counter was at, taking the moment to stretch out her upper body, shoulder blades popping in the process. Kneeling down to where the small fridge was at, the brunette used the code to open it up and grabbed out a can of Mountain Dew. The fridge was for herself and for her sister and if their father ever showed up, was for Gambit as well.

"Hmm..." The teenager sat down behind the counter, kicking her feet up on a shelf while leaning against the back of the chair, her butt firmly upon the seat. She had been busy working through her demons and what had happened to her, but was feeling a lot better and she figured it was probably important to stick around the bar a lot more, especially since she was the current owner along with her sister until Gambit returned, if ever. She noted the tension, but was more focused on getting the can open than who was being dickfaces in the bar.

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Mollem was still roiling with rage, at the failures of his own government, the failures of his Black Hand, and now, the intrusion of this nobody into his tirade with Meg.

His eyes twitched, and he stared at the drink, past the drink, as the man tried to calm him down.

"I've got your towel right here." He said under his breath, reaching into his jacket rather slowly, his fingers clasping around a weapon, and not just any weapon, but a Type twenty-three disruptor pistol, standard fare among the Aschen military types. Truly an elegant yet lethal weapon, it fired charged particle beams encased in superheated plasma, giving off a brilliant green flash.

With his hand around his weapon, his thumb flipped a small switch on the side of the weapon, this caused a somewhat audible whine to come from inside Mollem's jacket, a whine that Meg would likely recognize as that of a disruptor weapon powering up, it was a whine that was heard constantly through her training.

Mollem was making a decision, did this intrusion into his personal business warrant gunning Graeme down in a bar and attracting the local authorities, who would no doubt turn him over to Aschen authorities, or make it so the Aschen could locate him, and raid where he would be held.

He pulled the weapon, aiming it directly at Graeme before he spoke in a low, determined voice.

"This is none of your business, walk away." He demanded.

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Raphael didn't say anything, he merely stretched his lips into a grimace, and then a mocking huff as Graeme stood up to help the blonde.

Leaning close to Cassandra, he chuckled.

"I don't think your friend is as smart as he is smooth talking." Raphael said in a low, almost mocking voice.

"Why don't you say we blow this joint and head back to my ship, I got good booze, and even better..." He leaned in close and whispered, his breath hot as the words echoed from his mouth. "comforts.."

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When Graeme approached, Meg turned her attention away from Mollem’s back for just a moment. “I’m fine. Everything’s fine,” she lied. “Thank y--”

And then she heard the unmistakable whine of the disruptor pistol charging and she jumped out of her chair, her head whipping around to look at Mollem again. “Mollem, no!” She moved quickly to place herself between Mollem and the stranger who had the misfortune to try to be a good guy in this foul place.

Again. She was putting her life in Mollem’s hands again in an attempt to save another. Wasn’t that how all of this started? Wasn’t that how he’d managed to get his claws in her to begin with? His threats against Kroger’s life and her attempt to save him and assuage Mollem’s murderous intentions by going along with Mollem?

She didn’t have time to think about that. Instead, she calmly walked toward Mollem, calling over her shoulder to the stranger: “Get out of here. He will kill you. He’s not bluffing.” Hoping that the man would have enough sense to heed her warning, she continued walking toward Mollem, meeting his eyes, hands held up beside herself to prove that she was unarmed.

“Mollem,” she said calmly. “You want to kill someone? You want to kill me? Go ahead. I’m not armed. I’m sick of running. I’m sick of being afraid.” Her tone was soothing and she moved toward him smoothly. “I loved you once. You loved me too, remember? Remember those trips we took to Paradeen, Queenstown… Remember the fun we used to have on the Renovatio? You and me. Remember that? Remember who we used to be? What happened to us, huh? You changed. I changed. We both changed.” She lifted a hand to brush gently over Mollem’s shoulder. Soothingly.

Standing within a foot from the disruptor pistol, Meg swallowed, glancing down at it only briefly before lifting her eyes to Mollem’s again. “It’s so lonely out there, Mollem. It’s so lonely when you’re hiding from the world by yourself. Let’s get out of here. Find a place we can hide. Together.”

What the fuck are you doing, Elise?

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The moment the weapon was aimed at him, Graeme’s hands flew up in surrender. “‘Ey, ey, ey!” he croaked. “Was only tryin’a help.” He watched at Meg positioned herself between them and shook his head. “Bitch is crazy too,” he muttered to himself. Who in their right mind would approach a psychotic maniac holding a loaded weapon? Certainly not Graeme.

Graeme backed away and turned his head to look at Cassandra and Raphael in time to catch Raphael leaning in and speaking in her ear. “Good goin’, Graeme,” he muttered quietly. “Lost th’ pretty one to th’ douche while tryin’ t’be a good guy, and now yer prob’ly gonna die.” He retreated a bit more, his eyes shifting back to the crazy man with the gun. Until he was certain that he wouldn’t be shot, Graeme would pretty much stay like this: hands held up beside his face, fingers splayed, backing slowly across the bar.