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Chapter 6.

Casey walked as quickly as she could with her weak ankle. The crisp air did nothing to cool her flushed skin as she headed home. She needed to think. She needed to regroup. She had wanted to move on and have sex with Ryan but Cappie intruded. He slyly slid into her mind, making Ryan's almost mundane touch feel erotic and oh so good. Crap, Casey thought sourly, shaking the thought from her mind. Why was this happening? This wasn't supposed to happen. Cappie and her were over. They had been for a long time. He had Rebecca and she had Ryan.

Music flowed past her confused thoughts and she looked up to find that she was passing the Kappa Tau house. She stopped as she realized that they were having a party. How can he be having a party right now? After what's happened?! Casey thought, angry replacing her confusion. Because he's moved on you idiot! Casey berated herself.

Casey realized that going home wasn't going to do anything. She was wound tight, really tight. What she needed was a drink, which she hadn't had since before hurting her ankle. She stared at the KT house, knowing that she could walk in and get supremely drunk. But she wouldn't go near that house right now, not even if Evan paid her a thousand dollars to do it. She couldn't go to Dobbler's, she thought as she started walking again. She had told Ryan that she needed to take care of urgent ZBZ business and one of his brothers would tell him that she had been there. Casey bit her lip as the image of a seedy bar with pool tables popped into her mind. The Lite and Easy had a quite atmosphere and thanks to the older clientele, no CRU students would be there. The drinks were cheep and she could work on her pool skills. Why not? Casey thought. Cappie wouldn't be there. He is hosting a party.

Warm air hit Casey as she swung the door open and the smell of stale beer massaged her face. Her eyes flickered to the bar, two older men sat talking to the woman behind the bar. Casey recognized her from the last time she had been here. Moving forward, Casey's eyes went down the rest of the bar and found the other bartender, a heavy set man, talking to…

Casey froze, halfway between the bar and the door. The bartender was talking to Cappie. His shaggy brown hair hung in his eyes, which were glinting as he talked animatedly to the other man. If Cappie glanced to the right he would see her. Slowly Casey took a step back and then another, her eyes fixed on Cappie. Warmth spread across her abdomen as she remembered her fantasy, the way she imagined him kissing her breast. If she could just make it to the door…shit.

"Casey?" Cappie said, looking her way.

"Hey Cap," Casey said, changing her direction. She didn't want him to know that she had been trying to back away.

"What are you doing here stranger? I haven't seen you for almost two weeks and now here you are at my bar."

"I should ask you the same thing," Casey said stepping up next to him. "You know there is a party going on at your house, right?"

Cappie nodded and turned to the bartender, "A lemon drop for the lady please."

"Cap, you don't have to. I wasn't going to"

"So you came here for the water?" Cappie interrupted, his eyebrows high on forehead.

"No but I shouldn't," she hesitated, her mind returning to her fantasy.

The bartender put the drink down if front of Casey and Cappie motioned for him to put it on his tab.

"Cappie."

"It's just a drink Casey."

Casey knew that she shouldn't. She knew that she should just turn around and go home like she planned to when she left Ryan's. But looking at Cappie's charming smile, she realized she didn't want to leave. She needed a drink and Cappie always made her feel care free, like she didn't have any problems, even when he was at the root of them. Plus, she had wanted to kiss him the other night and he had made it clear that he didn't want to. He was in control even if she clearly wasn't.

"Fine, but I'm getting the next one."

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The door to the bar swung open violently and Casey stumbled out, laughter spilling from her lips into the night. Cappie followed and grabbed her arm to prevent her from falling over. Still giggling Casey dug around in her purse and pulled out her car keys.

"I'll take those," Cappie slurred as he swiped them out of her hand and putting them in his pocket.

"Hey!" She protested. "How are we going to get home?"

"We're going to have to walk it," he said stumbling forward. Casey grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"I can't Cap," she said, giving him a pouty look. "My ankle hurts."

Cappie looked down her jean clad legs to her angle. He bent down to get a closer look, wavering slightly as he caught his balance.

"I've been on it all day," she said as he touched her honey smooth skin with his fingers. He took a deep breath, squashing his desire to caress her.

"I'll have to carry you," he said, standing quickly and pulling her into his arms. He cradled her against his chest as she protested. Staggering he pushed into motion.

"Cappie!" She squealed, slapping his shoulder with the hand that wasn't pulled around his neck. "You couldn't walk back to campus with me in your arms even when you're sober. Put. Me. Down!"

He did as she asked and when she straightened she suggested that he call someone.

"Everyone in my house is already drunk," he said shaking his head. "There's a party going on remember?"

Casey's eyes went narrow. "Hey, you never told me why you aren't at your own party," Casey said poking his chest.

Cappie quickly grabbed her hand as she went to poke him again, surprising himself with how fast his reflexes were in his drunken state.

"Come on, we'll sleep it off in my jeep," he said pulling her forward and ignoring her question.

Cappie pulled a stumbling Casey down the block to where his beat up Jeep stood. He unlocked the driver's side door and pulled the seat forward, helping Casey into the back. He got in after her and closed the door. Reaching forward he put the key in the ignition and turned it once. The radio came to life and he lowered the volume so that Hoobastank played softly in the background.

"You're going to kill your battery," Casey said as he leaned back into the seat, her legs came down and draped themselves over his. He put one hand on her leg and one hand along the top of the seat.

"It's okay. I have cables, you can just jump me later."

"Uh huh, I'll definitely jump you," she grinned at him. He eyed her for a moment, not sure how to respond. She sat next to him at an angle, her black button down shirt slightly open on top to reveal the tops of her breasts. Her hair was in her face and her eyes were glazed over.

"Careful, Case, I might not stop you," Cappie said with a chuckle. She was in a playful mood and who was he to dampen her spirits.

Casey bit her lip seductively and looked up at him, her eyes intensely boring into his.

Cappie's mind was fuzzy and he had suddenly forgotten how he ended up in the back of his jeep with the girl of his dreams.

"Cap, remember all the fun we used to have back here?" Casey said, her voice heavy and low.

Cappie couldn't take his gaze away from hers as he twisted and leaned forward, his hand slipping into her hair to find the back of her neck. Casey's lips parted as she took a sharp breath. All he had to do was pull her forward an inch and his lips would be on hers.

"What do you want Cappie? Show me what you want," she said, her smooth voice swirling around him, fogging his brain even more. Her hand came up and brushed the hair from his brow before settling on cheek.

He wanted to touch her and kiss her until she begged him to stop. He wanted to feel her move against him, hear his name drop from her lips in a mix of pleasure and agony. He wanted to bury himself deep inside and never move again but he knew he couldn't. He was with Rebecca and he wouldn't leave her. Not when he knew that she truly cared about him. She liked him for who he was and she accepted him.

"I can't," Cappie whispered as he sat up, his hand leaving her neck.

Confusion and embarrassment were etched on Casey's face as she sat up straight, taking her legs off of his.

"We can't be together, Casey," he added softly. "You think you want to now but in the morning you'll realize that you made a mistake. You need someone that has that ten-year plan. You need security and someone who is as sure about their future as you are. I can't give that to you Casey."

Casey looked away and held out her hand, tears welling up in her eyes. "Give me my keys," she said, her voice was harsh in between them.

"No Casey, you're drunk. You're not driving."

She shook her head violently and a tear rolled down her cheek. "I want to sleep in my car."

"Casey," Cappie pleaded, wanting to wipe her tears away.

"Just give them to me Cap!" She snapped. Her voice cracked. She quickly batted away her tears and held out her hand again. Cappie slumped as he dug in his front pocket. As soon as the keys hit her palm Casey jerked into motion. She pushed the passenger side seat forward and opened the door. Climbing out quickly she turned to close the door but stopped as her gaze met Cappie's.

"Rebecca told me to stay away from you," Casey said softly, tears sliding down her cheeks. "I think she was right. We shouldn't see each other anymore."

Cappie stiffened and opened his mouth to protest but she slammed the door and walked away towards her car.