name -- cassandra cainnickname -- caseylocation -- vegas' partyoutfit -- xxxtagged -- n/a Making her way carefully past the partiers, Casey saw plenty of things that she had gone the whole night without watching. But, sadly enough, her poor brain would most likely be scarred for the remainder of the week. Couples with tongues shoved down one another's throats, a drinking competition, three teens in the corner with a more than a few blunts, and a game of beer pong. It was enough to make Casey want to keep her distance and make it somewhere quiet. The kitchen maybe? Clutch in hand and what she hoped was a look of fearlessness on her face, finally, Casey spotted what had to be the kitchen. It was..mostly empty. Of course, the keg had to be in here, but there were a few people at the least. On her way, strangers had either stared or called her out on her appearance, but Casey pretended not to hear so that she could get away. Nothing against making friends with strangers, but, it was kind of intimidating.
There was a bar on the far end of the kitchen, so Casey set down her clutch and hiked up onto one of the barstools and just sat there. Abandoned cups and spilt beer littered the counter, but she was careful to keep close to the wall so that she wouldn't accidentally run her hand through the liquid. This had become a game of twiddling her thumbs instead of meeting people and partying like she used to. And quite frankly, Casey was disappointed in herself. It should have been easy. Hi! I'm Casey. Nice to meet you. Yeah I'm new. Her head shaking, Casey turned her stool around and leaned back against the bar, arms bent on both sides so that she could survey the area in front of her. A guy already in the kitchen noticed her and started to saunter over, a gleam in his eyes and a beer in his hands. Bracing herself, Casey stifled down retching when he leaned over and blew out the warm scent of nasty beer into her face. Refraining from pinching her nose between her fingers, Casey lifted her eyes to meet his and raised her eyebrows at his next words. Something about introducing himself, but his words were slurred and it was hard to understand. She just barely made out that his name was Nate. Tate? Instead of asking again, Casey merely nodded and replied with her own name. I'm Casey. Nice to meet you. It wasn't a surprise when his next sentence asked where she had come from, that he hadn't seen her around before. Umm yeah, I'm new. Just thought I would stop by since I don't really know anyone. His hand came to rest on her thigh and Casey instantly froze up and willed him to go away. He started leaning closer as if to whisper something and just about spilt his beer, but Casey was ready to get out of there. Standing quickly, she grabbed her clutch and turned to walk away, but he grabbed her arm, backing her into the wall. Casey struggled to move, but held his arm over her, and hell, she was shorter than everyone. Scream or something, for God's sake Casey.
apologies for the long post..just trying to get her into something here. }}