Mae stopped dead in her tracks and couldn't help but stare at the orange feline in front of her. Red eyes widened in shock and surprise. Was that Casey? It couldn't be! He was supposed to be dead... How in the hell was he back? "C-Casey?!" (Whichever verse out of 2-4 you want to do-)
“Ugh…”
Casey had a killer migraine at the moment, his head practically on fire at this point as his vision swam. He was barely able to make out the shape of the person in front of him, but gods above could he easily recognize that voice from anywhere,
“Mae? K-Keep it down will you, Christ… How many did I slam last night, never had a hangover like this…”










