[i]Deafeat[/i]

Casey stared at the word on her computer screen incredulously. Slumped in her leather chair she blew a stray hair out of her face. She was in the middle of deciding if she wanted to play another match or smoke a bowl when her father knocked on her door. She ignored it. Smoking sounded nice but she wasn't sure if she wanted to do that before she went to whatshername's cabin. On the other hand, playing another game just sounded boring... Another knock. Ignored. She kinda wanted to draw but kinda didn't. Casey's constant struggle in life- trying to decide how to kill time. She opened her desk drawer to see how much she had left to smoke. About a quarter of an ounce... Another knock. She had plenty to spare and thus decided smoking and drawing was how she'd kill most of the day. 

"Casey, I know youre in there. Either you open the door or I open it for you." 

Rolling her eyes Casey shut her drawer and stood to open the door when her father walked in anyway. The tall broad man could barely fit through the door frame. 

"Jesus, Ben." She said. She called her father Ben when she wanted to get under his skin. 

"I knocked three times. What were you doing?" Her father asked, his eyes scanning the dark room. 

"What do you want?" She ignored the question. 

"Otis needs some help with a couple things and I've got to work on fixing a few things downstairs so I told him I'd send you over."

"Awesome. Thanks." 

Otis was the owner of the Tire Replacement shop across the street. A Fat bumbling idiot who also happened to be a complete pervert. Casey use to have a crush on his son, a fairly decent looking boy, and thus found her way over there often when she was younger. However, his son wasn't there anymore and it was just Mr. Otis. The perv. 

"Well, you better get goin if you wanna be done any time soon." He grinned before turning to leave. "Didn't you say you had plans for this afternoon?" 

Casey grumbled as her hulking father made his way downstairs. He could be such a jerk sometimes and yet still had enough charm so that you couldn't hate him. She shut her computer and opened her drawer to take one last look at what her day coulda been... 

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"Thanks Casey. Your help is always appreciated."

Casey closed the door behind her without saying a word. Three hours of that man basically making things up just so he could look at her. She wished it weren't summer. She wished she hadn't worn shorts and a tank top. She wished she wasn't sweating and covered in grease. She wished... 

She was so caught up in her disgust she nearly walked headfirst into the group of people standing outside her father's store. Five of them to be exact. One girl, with a grunge style to her and a guitar case on her back. Then there were four guys all around her. Casey thought of a watering hole. In any case, they all looked to be her age and it wasn't very often people her age came out to her store. She wondered if they were friends of that girl... she really needed to remember her name. 

"Uhhh, hello. Are you guys lost?" She asked, a hand covering her brow to block the sun as she tried to figure out who they were.