Casey heard movement behind him and spun around as Danny slouched into his usual seat.  Casey immediately spun around in his seat and turned to face Danny. It was a bit odd that his friend hadn’t attempted to test his awareness of his surroundings, normally he took opportunities like this to give Casey a smack in the head. Strange, he wondered if Danny was still tense from the night before, it seemed like everyone else was a lot more worried about their recent brush with death than he. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d realized he had less of a sense of self-preservation than the rest of the group did. Casey always figured things would work out in their favor, they were the good guys and in the end, they had to survive and succeed because that was the way he understood the world to work. 

“Why so serious?” Casey asked his friend in his most mediocre Joker impression. “Seriously, dude, it’s a great day to not be a bloodless corpse in an abandoned house and you look like someone just smoked your last nug.” He was about to keep rambling on but, low and behold, who should walk into woodshop class but the slayer. Actually, it kind of made perfect sense for a vampire slayer to take a class that involved making things out of wood. “Looks like Wonder Woman’s in our class. You think a wooden sword would be use-” He stopped and rolled his eyes as he saw Chad Johnson flirting with the slayer. “Ew.” He said shaking his head. Fucking Chad, the meathead that thought calling him things like freak show, trailer boy, and psycho were creative insults. Before he had a chance to say anything else Mr. Franklin was talking about vines, [i]really dude, vines[/i], handing out worksheets, [i]really this class has worksheets[/i], and telling him to turn around, [i]please don’t let this be a do your work quietly class[/i]. 

He glanced at the worksheet but before he really figured out what it was all about someone was asking him for a pen. Casey looked up surprised to see the slayer. [i]Did she say my name? How does the slayer know my name? Do I know her name? [/i] He thought, staring blankly at the slayer who was offering a friendly smile. [i]Be cool man, think of something cool to say. [/i]

“Sure, I guess I could let Wonder Woman borrow a pen, this makes us even though right. I mean I can’t go around worrying about owning a life debt. And yeah, it’s Casey, nice to actually meet you?” He said “you” as if it were a question hoping to get a name and handed her the pen he was holding. It was technically his only pen but if it got him out of a life debt it was worth it, and he figured he’d just borrow a pen from Danny or someone later.