<div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/352/b/3/casey_by_jennyverse-d8a9i05.jpg)</div>Casey smiled and gave her new friend a thumbs up.  One more beer, it was!  Unfortunately in her haste, she hadn't remembered where the remnants of the first few beers had been left.  Added to her swaying spin towards the kitchen, Casey put her first foot forward on an empty bottle.  She made a beautifully drunken pirouette and landed, arms flailing, back on the couch where she'd started.  Casey waited for her head to stop spinning before she looked around to see where she'd ended up.  For a moment she hoped it wasn't in the dumpsters just beyond her fire escape like last time.  Fortunately it was in a much, much better place.  Despite her horribly reddening cheeks, the woman gave the kind of silly smile only inebriated people seem to give.  She waved timidly up at Raphael's face while her head lay comfortably in his lap.<br/><br/>"H-hey there.. Mebbe.. mebbe we don't have another, hrm?"  Casey's intoxicated ramblings segued into a bout of giggling that was quite uncharacteristic for her, unless someone was familiar with her in a drunken state.  She nestled her head in and thought about the question he'd posed.  "I dunno. How do most of these things start? I was a tomboy from the get-go, obviously."  The woman gestured around her to show that her home had never seen a feminine touch.  "My dad owned a shop nearby here. He was harassed for money by the local gangs, but never gave in. One day some ninja crew blew into town and wouldn't take no for an answer. Killed him and my mother. I still have a sister out there.. somewhere. I beat up thugs to pass the time till I can find her."  The words were quite sobering, and more revealing than she'd have liked.  Casey turned the conversation around quickly.  "What about you guys? I've heard there's more than one. How many are you? You got like a whole army of you guys from some other dimension!?"  She grinned, knowing how silly it sounded.