Growing up, kids are always taught about the stories of the heros versus the villians. There are variations of these kinds of stories, of course: The Prince/Princess and the Evil Witch/Wizard, The kind peasant and the evil royals… you know, the basics. But what if… what if the only real difference was who was telling the story? Was that villian really that bad? Was the hero really that good? Here’s the thing: in a storybook setting, most people would consider Kaspian Ishida to fall towards the bad spectrum… but if you asked Kaspian, honestly, he was just simply a guy trying to make a living. What was so fcking bad about that? Sure, he did it in… not so honest ways… but who the actual fck cared if he borrowed a rich assh0le’s home for entertainment? No one… well… unless that individual made an unlikely return home early and scared away the girl you were about to make out with… great. Moving on… also, who the actual fck cared if high school students could buy some alcohol? Like 18 was the legal age to drink in most other countries… And… well… Kaspian’s little side business usually took off during this time when Prom was in full swing.
Standing outside in a tux with the cold winter breeze, Kaspian leaned against a van he had rented for this very moment. His eyes remained closed as he listened to his surroundings until…
“Hey are you… the dude?”
Kaspian opened his eyes to meet a scrawny male with a girl standing next to him. “Depends,”
“You know… the dude with the… alcohol.”
Kaspian rolled his eyes, giving the dude a once over. “What’s your flavor?”
“I don’t… I don’t usually.”
“For fcks sake - strong or…”
“Strong.”
Kaspian looked over to the girl and a smile formed on his lips. Now we know who wore the pants in this… relationship? Arrangement? Whatever. Opening the back of his van, Kaspian grabbed a clutch that had… well… a secret compartment for the Absinthe. Then he grabbed a wallet that did much of the same. Handing the clutch to the girl, he looked back over to the dude putting his hand out for the cash. "$80, and trust me, it’s enough to get you fcked up for the night,
And that’s how the next hour or so went, with him selling alcohol, and with some kids picking up some fakes… or weed… or edibles depending on which route they wanted to go. Either way, the man was making a killing… until of course one of the idiotic chaperone’s started snooping by which meant it was time for Kaspian to make a round to escape the scrutiny of whatever buzzkill the male professor was going to be.
Making his way inside, Kaspian sighed with boredom as he looked around at the venue. It wasn’t his first time sneaking into a prom… after all, did you hear about the killing Kaspian was making with his sales? That being said, this time was a little different since it was his prom… not that he was going to stay long. The expectation was to make a round inside, maybe let a few people in on what was being sold, and then head back to his station… until of course some idiot caught his eye. Andy McAllister - rockstar hall of fame or whatever - talking to one Kaya McAllister. Suffice to say, Kaspian wasn’t a fan of the kid, meaning he had no intention to being nice to either father or daughter tonight… and well, at least it passed the time.
Walking towards Andy, Kaspian made a purposeful attempt to shove the man with his shoulder on a passby, smiling as the man spilled his drink on the floor. “What? Is the famous rockstar already plastered? I wouldn’t be fcking surprised - if you hadn’t noticed, Andy whatever your fcking last name is, this is a party for high schoolers and as much as you and your daughter like to fck high schoolers, it doesn’t mean you’re on the invite list,”
There was a harshness in Kaspian’s voice as he looked the older man up and down and soon rolled his eyes. “Do everyone a favor and maybe go home,”
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They thought unironically. Even though she knows people have had beef with him in the past, no one deserved to be excluded like that.
