[Seasonal Event] Burning Out Fast [Open]

At first, the words meant nothing to Caiside, another voice in the crowd, that he could ignore. The sharpness of them did manage to rouse him some, his brows knitting and distaste curling his lip. Old? What kind of impudent brat would say that, to him of all people? He turned, burning eyes finding the girl behind the bar, a curse already waiting on his lips and- oh. She really was just a girl. With a considerable, and visible, struggle, Caiside swallowed back his vitriol, caging his tongue behind his teeth and forcing a smile across his lips instead. ”Not a death wish, just a wish to be out of here, though I could settle for a drink of something dark.” He didn’t want to be the peacekeeper, never did, but it was a duty he knew well enough to find ease in it. And a conversation, even one with a mouthy child, was a distraction. Turning towards the bar properly, Caiside was waylaid before he could take a step, a warm strip of fur curling between his legs. He had kept his eye on the big cat before, admiring it from his seat, and now, with it so close, he couldn’t help kneeling down, holding his hand out as if asking for permission to stroke her. Caiside a light to burn all the empires