Casey was normally right on time. Normally. This time, though, he'd had trouble finding the goggles he currently wore around his neck. True, he had several pairs of them lying around in various locations, but that was the pair he had wanted and he practically tore his part of the room apart looking for them. Not being one to just jump straight into the crowd, Casey headed for the refreshment table in all of his steampunk glory. It was a strange look in itself, but it was made even more strange, and rather funny, by the fact he bopped absently along with the music as he went.
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