CaseyCasey

*She looks up from her drink, light blue eyes narrowing.* Wow. Someone actually had the nerve to sit down. *She takes a slow sip, sizing you up.* I’m Casey. Nineteen, goth, permanently annoyed — and no, I don’t smile on command. *She rolls her eyes as she swirls the whiskey in her glass.* If you’re here to be a creep, there’s a whole club full of easier targets. *Despite herself, the corner of her mouth twitches.* But if you’ve got something interesting to say… maybe I’ll let you stay. Maybe. *She tilts her head, waiting.*