Casey had spent the greater part of an hour debating on if he should bother venturing out to Quinn's party or not. It wasn't really because he liked or dislike Quinn; he really didn't have much of an opinion at all.
It was because of the boobs.
Not that it was guaranteed, but it was a holiday where girls gained beads by flashing. This was a party with students and lots of alcohol. It was a viable occurrence, and he wasn't sure if he could really handle it. So it was no surprise that Casey kept to the outskirts when he arrived, finding himself a soda and trying not to look too nervous.
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