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[center][h1][color=#7D5CB3]Casey[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center][color=7B8858][b]Location:[/b][/color] On the road • [color=7B8858][b]Time:[/b][/color] Early Saturday night[/center]
[center][color=7B8858][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] None • [color=7B8858][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] Kessler [@deegee][/center]
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The neon lights streaked across the windshield as Casey gunned through the streets, weaving through traffic like the city belonged to her. Horns blared, lights flashed, but it only fed her grin. She glanced in the rearview mirror to catch the glaring eyes of the driver tailing too close.

[color=8A59A6]“Come to play?”[/color] she asked, shifting gears, sliding into the next lane and easing off the gas until both cars rolled to a stop at the red light. She caught the driver’s smirk from the corner of her eye as he revved his engine. Her lips curled, [color=8A59A6]"Not tonight."[/color] She revved her engine hard, the vibration rattling through the street like a promise. Her grin widened as the light changed from red to green. She slammed on the gas, tires squealing against the asphalt as her car shot forward, leaving her challenger swallowed in a cloud of burning rubber and smoke. The night was her playground.

One hand was steady on the wheel, her other scrolling through her phone’s contact list, eyes flicking between the glow of the screen and the blur of the road ahead. Her thumb hovered over a name [i]Damon Kessler[/i], about as exciting as dry toast, but hell, did he know how to fuck.
There was no room in her life for romantic attachment, and their night together was primal. His hands were rough, and hers demanding, their movements ravenous. Grazing teeth, kisses that landed hard, ragged breaths in the dark. The air thick with sex and sweat. No soft words or lingering touches, just the drive for release, leaving them both exhausted and satisfied.

Lost in thoughts of that night, she nearly missed her destination. She pulled into a dimly lit parking lot, the engine quieting as she set the car in park. Though she loved the rush of speeding through the night, she always welcomed the cool night air against her skin.
The nightlife thrived in the gritty corners, dark alleys lit only by flickering signs, underground clubs pumping bass that rattled your bones, the scent of street meat sizzling nearby. Laughter and shouted conversations spilled onto the streets, blending with the distant sound of sirens. It was a beautiful, chaotic symphony, one she had always known, one that would always feel like home.

A quick glance at her watch told her it was still too early for the show, but she wasn’t missing the return of [i] Vein Theory.[/i] Boredom tugged at her as she lingered on the sidewalk. She unlocked her phone, staring at the name again. Repeats weren’t her thing.Onenight stands were easy, clean, and forgettable.
 Yet her fingers moved anyway, typing before she could talk herself out of it:

 [i]'got some energy to burn….. thought you might want to help'[/i]

For a moment, hesitation held her, the cursor blinking like it was daring her.
[i]Fuck it[/i] she hit send. She shook her head and laughed to herself, then shoved her phone back into the pocket of her cargo pants and kept walking.