Away From the Crazy
Casey had gotten a call that some of his stuff had survived the destruction of his apartment. It had taken them a while to give him the call and even longer for him to find the money and the time to be able to get there. He didn’t want to ask for help getting there like he was pretty sure he could get.

He had talked to the guys who had been holding his stuff and pick which stuff he wanted to keep and ship home and what could be just thrown out or donated it hadn’t taken long so he had a couple of days in New York to himself away from the craziness of him life in England.

Since the bars weren’t open yet he headed to a café for a bit. Maybe getting or making himself an Irish coffee. Who knows maybe he would find someone neat to talk too.