[Casey isn't sure what he's doing here, or what he's supposed to do, so mostly what he's done thus far is nurse a fruity little mocktail and try to ignore some of the unfortunate shades filtering around the bar. He knows they're not real, and he's... kind of not in the mood to deal with some of them. So maybe what he's doing is sulking.
He doesn't realize the music is from Makie initially, but once he notices, he lets it distract him, scooting his chair a little closer to hear it better. He hasn't noticed she's starting to fade, either, but... give him a minute, he'll catch on. Doesn't help that he's probably fading, too.]
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He doesn't realize the music is from Makie initially, but once he notices, he lets it distract him, scooting his chair a little closer to hear it better. He hasn't noticed she's starting to fade, either, but... give him a minute, he'll catch on. Doesn't help that he's probably fading, too.]