<div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/352/b/3/casey_by_jennyverse-d8a9i05.jpg)</div>The grin couldn't have been wider on Casey's face.  She was overjoyed when Raphael said he was willing to come over to her place.  It was only a short walk up a few streets and into a run-down apartment building on the upper east side.  Casey's flat was on a sixth-floor walk up that showed one of the many ways she kept in shape.  Despite the dilapidated exterior, her apartment wasn't bad.  It was clean with a decent couch that only had a few duct tape repairs.  A medium-sized older model tv set sat against the wall on the opposite side with crooked rabbit ear antennae for picking up at least a couple channels.  Casey set to work adjusting the metal arms until a good picture came in of the baseball game.  She gestured to a kitchen table where Raph could toss his coat and hat, then got them cold beer and the box of nearly a whole pizza.  Minutes turned into an hour as the two chatted, ate, and drank.<br/><br/>"I swear it! I had just popped his two friends with a Canseco bat and he just fell to his knees crying, 'No, turtle guy! Jus lemme go!'"  Casey sloshed her fourth bottle of alcohol, dripping it across the carpet as she spoke animatedly, and just a little slurred.  "And I'm all like, 'Wha-? Turtle?! Do these look like shells, buddy?!"  She grabbed her own breasts over her t-shirt that was ripped at the arms, showing that she obviously wore no bra.  Casey had thrown off her golf bag, boots, and cargo pants, now in a pair of holey sweatpants.<br/><br/>Casey fell back into the couch, her least masculine parts jiggling provocatively.  She chuckled and took another swig of beer.  "I mean, serse- sersi- seriously!"  Another round of laughing, this time at herself, brought her around to looking at the empty bottle in her hand.  "Hey, you want another? I still got plenty."  Casey went to stand, but swayed slightly as she turned to Raphael.  In truth, she just wanted him to stay, even if it was depleting her stores of booze.  She'd never had so much fun with company.  As a matter of fact, she hadn't even had company in months.