The soft, rhythmic thump of her boots against the cement was hardly enough to keep Casey from getting into her head. If anything it made her spiral worse, made everything plaguing her mind run rampant.

Walking to the lair to visit the turtles, her former arch-nemeses, wasn't really something she ever thought she'd be doing. Even since they'd become allies, she steered clear of their home, knowing that it was unequal grounds and she'd no doubt feel out of place there. Like more of an outsider than she already was. A warrior never meets on unequal ground. It's a recipe for disaster.

But more than that, she kept her distance because of who she knew would be there. A long time friend of the turtles. And the prettiest woman Cassandra Jones have ever seen in her entire life. But none of that mattered. She can't help from speaking her mind; Casey hated you. Despised you. The other woman was so pretty from afar, and honestly Casey thought that's how she should stay. Far, far, far away. So what if every time you walk into the room it feels like the gates of heaven have opened and her one true love has waltzed right out? It means nothing. There's no way someone so perfect on the outside isn't hiding something extremely sinister.

Casey had proof that you are up to something. Cassandra couldn't be near you because it would do things to her that she had never felt before. Her face would go red, her hands would become clammy, her heart would start racing... all signs of some kind of witchcraft that you were no doubt performing. And she combatted that by completely ignoring you, being outwardly hateful, making it clear that whatever that infuriatingly gorgeous woman was trying to pull wasn't going to work on her.

She had been assured by Raph before she came over that you would not be there. That's the whole reason she felt comfortable making this trip. Lo and behold, after descending into the sewers, and making her way to the lair, who did she see on the couch? You. With some guy! Something about it infuriated her. The way that guy had his arm around you, the way he was leaning in and flirting and you were laughing? Hell no. Fuck no!

Before she could even stop herself, she stomped right over there and yanked you off the couch, not even sparing the stupid preening pretty boy a second glance as she dragged you into the kitchen. "Who the fuck is that?" She asks, trying to keep her voice down. She gestures wildly in the direction of the living room, where she can only assume the stupid guy is confused. Let him feel confused. Casey most definitely doesn't care. He's just some moth drawn to the flame that is you. "You're wasting your time on all these... daft.. pretty boys!"