A Chance Meeting & Date

A brothel and bar was as good a place as any for many buns to find partners for Matentines. The couples who had been matched by the church would have a nice casual space to talk and get to know one another before deciding on if they'd do the deed or not, and those who's dates fell through or weren't able to find good pairings could find a working bun who'd be more than happy to spend some quality times with them for a handful of carrats.

Cassidy couldn't be more pleased with business as he made sure every couple and group was served. Currently, everything was running smoothly. A good amount of dates were going well and the few that fell out were civil enough to leave. The buns more familiar with Cassidy's business were more than happy to just put in requests for their favourite workers and rebound with them.  Currently, the only worker not busy with a customer was Cinnamon. The red haired bun was instead just enjoying a cocktail as he played a round of cards with Avenir... Cassidy could already feel a vein throbbing in his forehead as he watched the two slacking off. The one thing the large bun hated nearly as much as debtors were lazy workers.

Smoke rolled out of Cassidy's nostrils as he turned his attention to just cleaning the drinking glasses. Though, he kept his ears open as a group of buns approached his counter. Looking over a little at them as he blew out a small cloud of smoke. "Welcome, you folks need a drink menu?" Cassidy looked over the group.

"Will do," one replied with a thumbs up. As the group settled into their spots at the bar and began chatting, a straggler from their group followed suit, just barely entering the building. The last one, a monochrome haired bun, managed to come in a moment behind them and make his spot at the end of the group. From the way they were all dressed, it appeared they were all likely co-workers that had just finished their work for the day.

However, unlike the rest of his group, the two-toned hair bun seemed a bit more frazzled and stressed than his peers. Normally, this kinda place wasn't his thing and he usually frequented other spots for his after work shots, but in all honesty he seemed like he just wanted to forget whatever had happened. He looked over at one bun that seemed entirely wasted and passed out at the far end of the bar, and pointed over to him before gesturing to the large grey bun.

"I'll take whatever got that guy entirely fucked up, if you still got it," he said, using his other hand to rub one of his temples. He had a headache but that didn't seem to dissuade him.

Cassidy just slid the drink menu over to the group before looking right at the monochrome bun. He didn't need to look at who the other was pointing at as he grabbed a glass. "You want the memory eraser then." The large bun started on the drink as he skillfully mixed the drink. When he was finished, he handed over a purple and pink swirled drink. "Fair warning, it's gonna burn your throat like a bitch if you've never had one before. I also don't do free drinks if you don't like it." The bartender was strict as he spoke. Smoke swirled around his head as he went back to cleaning.

Across the bar, Cinnamon was frowning as he looked at his hand. Tail flicking behind him as he tried to figure out which card he should discard. Avenir was just watching him with mild amusement. He already stacked the deck against the poor sex worker as he waited for him. "This is such bullshit." Cinnamon whined loudly as he finally picked one. "How do I always end up with shitty hands?" Cassidy looked over at the two. Eyes narrowing a little.

"Maybe don't play if you get shitty hands all the time..," the strange new bun muttered sarcastically under his breath before taking a hit of the powerful concoction. He made a small wince from the initial strength, but didn't seem to complain or dislike it otherwise. He glanced back over to the bartender. "Thanks by the way, appreciate it."

"You're telling me." Cassidy muttered under his breath as he moved to clean up the counter. He glanced back at the other bun. "No problem, it's my job after all." The man smiled slightly. Cinnamon just continued to play with Avenir, the grey haired bun was grinning as he happily took Cinnamon's carrats. "Thank you, Cinna." The red haired bun only pouted as he turned to rest his arms on the bar counter. "You're a filthy cheater! I don't know why I play with you!" Cassidy turned to look at the two. Smoke bellowed out his nose. "Get to work you two."

"Don't know why you'd keep playing with someone who openly cheats. Must be pretty dumb in order to do that," he joked before finishing off his glass. "Hit me up with one more of those, can you? Not bad, though I'm a bit of a heavyweight when it comes to booze so I'd say two would do the job for me."

Avenir was just snickering a little at the joke as he went off to go bus tables. Cinnamon just continued to pout as he looked at Cassidy and the monochrome haired customer. Just getting up and bussing the tables with Avenir. Cinnamon's pierced tail swung slowly behind him as he worked. Cassidy just turned to look back at the customer as he nodded. Whipping up another drink for the man. "Rough day at work?" Cassidy kept his tone casual as he handed the glass over.

"Ech, just issues with my ex," he responded, waving a hand as if to gesture it wasn't a big deal. "They just showed up at my work and made drama with me and my co-workers. I got my ass yelled at because of that, even though I told em not to contact me again. It's just a day I'd rather forget."

He gave an appreciative nod to the grey bun before adding, "My name's Wilde by the way. I never realised I hadn't come to this spot before. I don't usually accompany most of my co-workers after the shift but figured a change of scenery would be nice."

Cassidy hummed a little in sympathy as he watched Wilde. "Nice to meet you, Wilde. I'm Cassidy, but most call me Daddy." The bun blew smoke out of the corner of his mouth as he leaned a little bit on the counter.

"Eh most buns don't know about this place. It's really just a few locals who know about us, but when Matentines comes around I see an uptick in business." Cassidy chuckled a little as he moved to pull out his cigar box from under the counter. Pulling out one before looking Wilde up and down a little. "Want one?"

"Matentines, huh? Never celebrated it personally. I don't really have an interest in fucking around like a lot of the buns around here do. Do you guys just solicit services or are you playing matchmaker too?" Wilde admitted before giving a small shrug. "Sure I could always go for a nice cigar. Haven't had one in a few years."

Cassidy handed one of his cigars over to Wilde. Moving to put his box away as he spoke. "This is a bar and brothel. I get plenty of buns who'll come here for their dates after the church matches them. Not every match the church makes works out." The grey bun nudged his head a little to a table not too far away. The buns there seemed to be getting into some sort of argument. Ultimately one of them got up and just stormed off. "We offer service to those who's dates didn't end with a match made in hell. Though, we also have buns who'll pay to have one of my kids be their Matentines partner."

The large bun took out his lighter as he lit both Wilde's and his own cigars up. "I'm not a fan of the holiday either. I'm too old to be dealing with buns going behind my back. But, if you want a matchmaking service I'm sure I can pick out one of my kids based on your preferences." 

"Yeah? Sounds about right. I never saw the purpose of the holiday. Especially since so many don't really desire for something more serious," Wilde gave a slight shrug before taking a hit of the smoke. "That, or they end up batshit crazy and want to burn your house down like my ex was."

Wilde made a bit of a face at Cassidy's suggestion of services, seemingly unsure or weary. "I'm not sure if I would be looking for anything serious for now...but, hm, I might be open to at least chatting with someone to pass the time...j-just no women for now though. Don't want another chick trying to burn my apartment down."

Cassidy nodded a little as he smoked his cigar. Cleaning up a few dirty glasses as he looked at Wilde. He locked eyes with Wilde when he mentioned his ex trying to burn his apartment building. "You're good, most of my girls are already taken so they're not available right now. Plus I would never let any of my kids do that... Without a good reason anyway." Cassidy gave a small glass of whiskey to Wilde. 

The bun looked over at Cinnamon. The red haired bun had a whole load of dirty glasses and plates in his arms. "Here you go, daddy. I'll be back after I bring these to the kitchen." Cinnamon smiled a little as Cassidy nodded. Looking back over at Wilde for a moment as he pulled the tray over to start cleaning them.

Wilde gave a small glance over to the short bun before returning his gaze to Cassidy. The look in his face was more curious than anything, before he hit his shot.

"Nice nickname, is there a reason everyone calls you Daddy?" Wilde asked before taking a little bit of his shot.

Cassidy noticed the curiosity in Wilde's eyes as he watched him. Just cleaning and drying his glasses. "I'm bigger, larger, and more mature looking than any bun you've probably met." Cassidy answered the question honestly. "I'll also make a bun shit smiles for a week if they fuck with me or my kids." He was blunt as he poured another shot.

"If you're looking for someone to chat with, tell me the kinds of things you like in a bun." Cassidy had smoke hanging around his head a little as he finished up his task.

"Fair enough. I appreciate the answer," Wilde replied. He rested an elbow on the counter, his chin resting in his hand while making an expression of thoughtfulness and contemplation. He seemed unsure.

"Honestly, I'm not sure. I don't put myself out there much," he admitted nervously while adjusting his spot in his seat. "So long as someone isn't violent or pompous, I'm pretty open to talking to anyone."

"Non violent and not pompous..." Cassidy hummed a little as he looked at Wilde. The bun seemed to be thinking as he took a long drag of his cigar. Cinnamon was just going back out of the kitchen as he smiled. Moving to sit at the bar near the pair of men. His tail happily swished behind him. 

"Oi, Cinnamon, why don't you come over and meet a friend of mine." Cassidy called the red head over. Cinnamon's eyes lit up as he went over, sitting right next to Wilde. "I want to introduce you to Wilde. He's looking for a bun to chat to and I think you're perfect for him." Cassidy smiled slightly at the way Cinnamon seemed to be filled with pride and joy at being called perfect.

Wilde nervously laughed before he gave a little wave to the bun with brown hair. He took a second to do a double take and glanced over Cinnamon again and made a face of recognition.

"Cinnamon...wait aren't you the bun who just gambled all his money away with the shitty card playing?" Wilde said, raising an eyebrow.

Cinnamon made a noise as he started to sweat a little. "Ahaha, yeah." The bun couldn't help but nervously laugh. "I'm usually better but, Avenir is a horrible cheat." Cinnamon glared over at Avenir as the bun served a table their meal. Though Cinnamon's attention soon returned to Wilde. A smile on his face as he rested one of his arms on the counter.

"Jumping off of that, you're new here right? I saw you drinking two mind erasers, yeah?" Cinnamon chuckled a bit. "I'm shocked you're still sitting upright and talking. Most buns are usually on the ground right now or slumped over."

"Yeah? I've always had a high alcohol tolerance," Wilde admitted. "When I was younger, I used to drink pretty much straight isopropyl alcohol. I used to be an alcoholic but I learned my limits and am mostly sober...though after today I needed something stronger. Hopefully I forget most of the shit today once I hit the sack later."

Wilde sighed, nervously pulling his hair back so it was no longer on his shoulders and sat behind his ears. He shook his head a little bit before he looked over Cinnamon then met his eyes.

"But, that's the past. How'd you end up here anyway? How does one end up with this kinda job, I mean."

Cinnamon looked at Wilde as he spoke. Frowning as he took a drink Cassidy had left for him and gently swirled the alcohol in it. "I get that. Some days are easier to handle and others are, well... Better off being forgotten." Cinnamon smiled a little as he drank his shot. 

"Oh? I guess I just sort of stumbled into it." Cinnamon laughed a little as he answered Wilde. Putting his shot glass down. "I was an escort for a while before I came to work here. It wasn't bad but sometimes I'd get assholes who'd wanna just leave without paying or get too physical." Cinnamon twirled a bit of his hair. "Working here is a lot safer. I get my full pay, a safe place, and anyone that gets nasty gets all their bones broken."

"Yeah, I could see how that could happen...," Wilde said, his voice trailing off a little at the end. "Does that mean you're still an escort of sorts? Or do you do a different job here now? I used to do similar work but...not really into letting people use my body anymore. Ended badly for me last time."

Cinnamon made a soft noise. "Sort of, I do brothel work on occasion but I haven't agreed to any clients for a while now. I've mainly done work down at the bar, bussing tables, taking orders, that sort of thing. Sometimes I'll do errands for Daddy if he's too busy." Cinnamon was just tilting his head a little as he nodded. "Understandable, what sort of work do you do now then?"

"I see...no interesting clients? Or just preference?" Wilde asked. He seemed a little more curious now. "I work as a lingerie and fetish model now, mostly for bondage gear...whips and chains and all that shit. I know that people usually see me just for looks, so might as well capitalise off it. Besides, I get free stuff often which is nice."

Cinnamon smiled a bit coyly as he looked at Wilde. "A bit of both. I'm a bun with a particular taste and very few others can provide it." The red head gently placed his hand on Wilde's thigh. Lightly drumming his fingers against it. "Oh, I was about to say I thought I recognized you from somewhere! I'm sure the free gear and items are a nice bonus for you."

Wilde laughed a little nervously, one of his hands balled into a fist as it sat on the counter. He seemed a little unsure of how to respond, but didn't rebuff or turn away Cinnamon's touch. If anything, he seemed more unsure of how to respond.

"Yeah, I like harnesses. I tend to hoard a lot of them. If I can wear them daily, I will. Drives my boss nuts and my ex hated it, but I just like the aesthetics," the monochrome haired bun said, though as he spoke he seemed to be relaxing a little more.

Cinnamon moved his hand away as he offered a soft smile at Wilde. "Feel free to tell me if you don't like something, honey. Or, if you're familiar with the stoplight system, tell me green, yellow, or red." Cinnamon put his hand on the counter as he smiled at Wilde.

"That's nice! I know what you mean though, I feel the same way about thigh high socks or leotards. If I can wear it, I will." Cinnamon looked at Wilde as he offered a grin at him. "Plus I don't know why anyone would have an issue wearing a harness when it looks oh so good on you."

"Oh- it's not that I'm uncomfortable with you or anything," Wilde said nervously before scratching the back of his head. "I'm just not used to uh, friendly gestures. It's been a really rough few months. I had to move house and all that."

He calmly took a breath before giving a half smile over to Cinnamon. "What can I say? Some bitches are crazy, heh...but I appreciate the compliment though. Thank you. I like the whole get-up and look you've got going on too."

Cinnamon offered a small smile as he put his hand back on Wilde's thigh. "Alright, well feel free to stop me still if anything's getting a little too much."

The bun just beamed at Wilde when he was complimented. Cinnamon's tail was happily swishing behind him. "Of course, a handsome man like you deserves a lot of praise." Cinnamon purred out a little as he grabbed another shot. "Thank you, gorgeous. You know how to treat a bun right."

"I mean, for me it's just an observation," he admitted honestly. "I think you look like a good-looking person. Though I'm sure you already knew that, given the profession."

Wilde raised his arms in the air in a small stretch before he added jokingly, "so, if I'm around, would you be willing to stop gambling your money away with your shitty card playing? I feel bad watching you get swindled."

Cinnamon smiled at Wilde as he looked at him. Just moving to lean in a little. "Mmm only if you promise to spend time with me so I can ignore Avenir's siren song of gambling." The bun joked a little as he nuzzled his face against Wilde's neck a little.

"Now why would I come back if it weren't to spend time with someone I enjoy talking to?" Wilde shot back with a bit of a smug expression on his face.

Cinnamon couldn't help the blush on his cheeks as he beamed up at Wilde. His tail moved to coil around the other's as he purred once more. "That's a good point, sugar. I think you're gonna be my favourite bun if you keep talking like that."

"Maybe that's my goal, yeah?" Wilde replied with a laugh. "Maybe we'll have to see each other for an actual 'date' another day...you know, when you're off."

Cinnamon smiled as he twirled his hair a little. "I'd like that, a nice date with just the two of us."

"Cool, so it's a...date? In the foreseeable future, of course," Wilde nodded as he fumbled into his pocket for a card. The piece of paper had his name and number, looking as if it was a business card from his work. "Here. You can call me and let me know when you're interested in meeting up. I gotta run for today, and the booze will hit me in about an hour. Sounds good?"

"Yeah, I'll give you a call tomorrow." Cinnamon smiled as he took the card. He was utterly infatuated with Wilde. The bun took a napkin and pen out as he started to write down his own number and name to give. "Just in case you do end up forgetting the date."

"Thanks, cinnabun," he replied as he popped up from his chair. He began making his way to the door before flashing over some finger guns playfully. "I'll see you then. Try to not go broke while I'm gone."

Cinnamon giggled a little as he looked at Wilde. "I'll do my best not to. More so when I need to save my money for our date."