Casey eyed Effy lustily licking his lips like a hungry wolf, wanting nothing more than to rip her out of that pretty little black corset and throw her to the floor. His eyes were wide, a gleam of insanity sparking within them. Gin's voice seeped into his erotic fantasy, pulling him from it as he turned to face his friend. He stared at the ticket hungrily as he spoke, the speed of his eye twitch increasing as his palms began to sweat. "I've run into a bit of...trouble, and I need that ticket to soothe the situation. You've been to every intimate show for the past 10 months. What's the harm of missing one?" Casey was desperate, and even Samual wouldn't give him a ticket. Some bullshit about there being a strict limit of four for this show. 

"Besides, we all know that you've already seen the whore's routine. You're the one who gets free private shows, after all. I wonder how Samual would feel about that." Casey smirked as he began to close the gap, feeling as if he had Gin trapped. He held out a shaking hand, expecting that Gin would simply place the ticket in his hand. "Well?" he spat, growing impatient with the other man's intense calmness.