Prologue
Clubs ughh! Why would someone want to invent these things? Casey was more into bars and billiards. Not this hot and sticky space with men trying to hard; and women trying just as hard if not harder. The only good thing in this dump is the interior. With its white everywhere and chandeliers. I don't know whose idea it was to make it white for the sole purpose that people are usually careless then normal when they are drunk. This place just screams to get dirty. At least the couches and the rest of the furniture are black. Brings a little contrast into view.
Either way, everything happens for a reason. And said reason why I am here has just popped up. Times two. As she smiles to herself, she sees two women in the club just as a man approaches them. Watching them intently she sees him motioning to another man across the way, who walks through the gyrating bodies and passes him after sliding something into said mans hand. To anyone not paying attention, it looks like they just shook hands.
But this is Casey we're speaking of. She always pays attention. ALWAYS!
Well this has gotten more interesting; and fun.
