Bloody Shirt & Booze

It wasn't exactly unlike Cazimir to be social, but it was unlike him to be so straightforward about wanting to spend more time together. He hadn't lied earlier, Cazimir avoided forming deeper bonds, in order to avoid grief and maybe even casualties. So he told himself getting close to Bastian was to see if the man was a good candidate to possibly seduce and have a casual affair with. Cazimir had been with only few people since he arrived on the island, after all.

"Then it'll be a good chance for us both to get to know the island. And hopefully learn how to avoid mugging alleys."
Cazimir said, joking a bit with the last part. Although hopefully Bastian would know to avoid alleys in the future, he had been lucky this time since the one he encountered was Cazimir. But it would've been a different story with one of those dirty contacts.

Cazimir took the coaster and smiled slightly at Bastian. Whether this was flirting or not at least it wasn't unpleasant. Cazimir tucked the coaster in his pocket, and in turn gave Bastian his business card. It was a simple grey and black design with Cazimir's name, email and phone number(both personal and professional).
"You can also contact me in my personal number, let's see which one of us is faster."
Cazimir lifted his glass, and drank it empty. And with that he had had his last drink.

Bastian seemed to have the gift of good timing. First he happened upon Cazimir just when he had been stabbed, and now he had to leave just when Cazimir was finished with his drink. Cazimir nodded and stood up, his intention to see Bastian to the door. And that he did, after the man paid for his drinks. Cazimir saw how much extra he paid, and snatched few of the bills he knew were the extra amount. Cazimir hadn't lied when he had said he was good at math.

Cazimir saw Bastian to the door, and on the way there he slipped his hand briefly on the man's hip. He meant to make it seem flirting, and that's partly what it was, but in truth Cazimir slipped the bills into Bastian's pocket with deft, knowing hands. Cazimir was an expert pickpocket.
"The pleasure was all mine. And I, for one, do not regret getting stabbed, as it was the reason I got a great drinking partner."
With those words Cazimir stepped away and had a small, pleasant smile on his face as he saw Bastian off.