It was time for another drink. How long that time was since his last, he had no idea. Nor did he have any idea what number drink this was as he already forgot how many he had already. Casey had enough to feel relaxed, social, and for the drinks table to almost turn into two as he approached it.

The near double-vision made selecting liquors rather difficult, so once he reached it, he had to blink several times before they focused enough for him to find what he wanted. Whatever that was. It wasn't until he was reaching for the coke for the rum and not-so-much-coke he was making that he picked up on the bickering pair. Casey only glanced up quickly before he kept an eye on the coke to make sure he didn't spill it all over the place.

That didn't mean he wasn't listening in. Whatever this argument was, it was going to be interesting.