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[center][h1][color=#7D5CB3]Casey[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center][color=7B8858][b]Location:[/b][/color] On her way to the Underground, and at the Underground • [color=7B8858][b]Time:[/b][/color] Night[/center]
[center][color=7B8858][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Kessler(in text)[@deegee] • [color=7B8858][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] Vex [@Tpartywithzombi][/center]
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Casey’s phone buzzed with a new message. She glanced down, a slow smirk curling her lips.
[color=f49ac2][i]'I don't know... show me what I'd be missing out on.'[/i] [/color]
 The words daring her on were exactly the kind of challenge she lived for; backing down wasn’t in her nature.

She spotted a small, dimly lit bar and decided to make a quick stop. The buzz of conversation and clinking glasses filled the air as she slipped inside.
She found the bathroom, its cracked mirror streaked with faint graffiti and pulled out her lipstick. Instead of words, she traced a bold, messy heart onto the glass.
She smiled at her reflection, carefully reapplying her red lipstick before striking a pose. Bent just enough to let her cleavage spill from the white crop top, black cargos riding low on her hips, a teasing flash of lace at her waistline, she winked and playfully stuck her tongue out at the mirror.

Satisfied with the shot, she snapped the picture, the cracked mirror capturing her bold, playful expression perfectly.  She typed:
[color=f49ac2][i]’thought you could handle this’[/i][/color]
She hit send and slipped her phone back into her pocket.


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Drinking her beer, Casey leaned back against the cool wood of the bar, a slow smile tugging at her lips as the rhythm of the music pulsed through her body. Her eyes scanned the crowd, but she let herself get lost for a moment in the beat, savouring the raw energy in the room.

A familiar face in the corner of her eye drew her attention, pulling her from the music’s hypnotic pull. 
She turned slightly, sipping her beer. [color=f49ac2][i]‘Vex’[/i] [/color] she was the definition of badass and the best tattoo artist in the city. She inked the serpent that slithered from Casey’s right ankle, coiling up around her thigh, then winding up her hip and her back. The serpent’s head, poised to strike, ended just below her collarbone, a permanent mark of power and danger.

Her eyes narrowed at the man who slid behind her. Casey knew Vex could handle herself, but she kept her eyes on them. For the most part, Casey liked to move through public spaces like a shadow, unseen, unnoticed, blending seamlessly into the background until she chose to reveal herself. The ring made her some enemies, whether it was someone nursing a lost bet or someone she’d beaten in the cage. 

Casey grinned, seeing Vex’s fist collide with the man’s face, sending him stumbling backwards. With a final chug, she finished her beer, pushed off the bar, and slipped through the sea of gyrating bodies toward the dance floor.