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[rockabillyboy]

He's at kind of a loose end. Poison's spending so quality time with Dee, which Jack totally gets. They've got rehearsal and then they're going to get food and watch a movie and Jack is making himself scarce. He gets to be Poison's boyfriend, one-hundred percent, and that means he can step away without feeling like he's being side-lined.

Kavinsky's busy, so he texts Cassie.

Dinner? My treat. Somewhere nice.

An hour later, he's standing outside Cassie's building, wearing a shirt and loosely knotted tie, a waistcoat, his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows. He's made an effort. He likes Cassie. Being friends is worth it.

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[mynameiscassie]

I cringed playfully. "I'm sorry! I just keep forgetting. I've been trying to find a job, so I sort of space on other stuff." It was partially true, anyway. While I was looking for a job, I was usually in morph, also, trying to spot any injured animals that needed help. Sometimes, I brought them to the vet, but they weren't really equipped for, or experienced with, wild animals.

[rockabillyboy]

"Do I need to, like, sling you over my shoulder or something?" says Jack, smirking at her. "Kidnap you so I can coach you on mindfulness and zen?"

[mynameiscassie]

I laughed. "No, no, I'm sorry. I'll try to be better!" I'd just been thinking about other things, and I always forgot to go to his yoga classes until it was too late to go at all.

[rockabillyboy]

"I bet I could lift you," says Jack, looking at her critically as though he's sizing her up, even though they both know he'd never put his hands on her without permission. "Totally."

[mynameiscassie]

I eyed him, pretending to be suspicious. I knew he could lift me, probably really easily. I was small, not just short, but compact, too.

"I don't want to test that theory," I said with a laugh.

[rockabillyboy]

"Spoil-sport," says Jack, flashing her a white, expensive grin. "Jillie would never let me lift her, either, but she's much taller than you are."