#swimboydanny

Sneaking into Hanover was completely out of Casey's element.  She never had any reason to be in any house at Dalton other than Stuart, and now that she did, she had no idea what she was doing.  For a moment she contemplated just knocking on the door, before nixing that idea quickly.  In the end, she grabbed her phone and shot Danny a quick text letting him know she was outside, then crossed her arms against the chilly night air as she waited.

Casey: How much would you judge me if I asked you if you wanted to go out with me or something tonight? I think I need a drink. :P

There were only two reasons Casey was able to force herself out of bed that morning.  One was the pounding in her head as a result of the suddenly not so intelligent decision she made the night before that demanded caffeine.  The other way because she couldn't spend another day laying in bed. Crying over him just made her headache worse.  The coffee shop wasn't crowded when she first arrived, but the longer she sat at the table, barely sipping her coffee, the more it filled up.  The thought did cross her mind that she should give her table up to someone else, but she couldn't really be bothered to move.