#ft. cason

      So far, so good. No complaints about the food were brought back to the kitchen, which meant the head chef wasn’t being a stickler. It meant a few breaks were well earned with all the hard work put in. Slipping out of his dirty chef’s jacket, he rolls up the sleeves of his white button up -- worn just in case he got the chance to check into the event. 

      Shooting Ellie a text, he runs a hand through his hair as he scans the area. The atmosphere had a grin growing on his face as he weaved through the crowd. Scanning the crowd, he spots Ellie and taps on her shoulder. “Hello, ma’am. Can I bother you for a dance?” 

       A smile crosses her features as she turns on the home surround system. She’s not sure where Logan is, but it doesn’t matter. Right now, it’s all about the pizza on the way, ice cream in the freezer, and Flo Rida bumping through the speakers. The music starts to filter into the kitchen as she begins to moonwalk towards the fridge. Lily looks at Cason who’s hunkered on the counter. “What are you drinking tonight? I am no mixologist, but I can mix something. We’ve got beer and hard seltzer. If you’re feel white girl wasted sort of wild, Logan got a case of good tequila. I don’t know how hard you want to get out of your head tonight.” Her smile grows as she looks at her best friend. She was prepared to do just about anything to see him have a good time -- big guns ready and waiting. “We aren’t doing boring tonight. It’s my one ground rule.”