Perhaps some beer-pong

Casey caught the brunettes eyes again, smiling a little before he looked away, gazing at the pinky hued contents of his cup. When he glanced up again, the girl was still looking at him, a mischievous grin upon her lips as she did. She took a sip of her own drink, gazing at him over the rim of her cup. He looked her over more closely. A pair of tight jeans hugged her shapely legs, leading down to a pair of strapped heels. Long nails and lightly tanned skin drew his attention as she brushed some of her hair from her face. Long lashes blinked at him as her chestnut coloured eyes met his. Her face was slim and her lips painted.

Taking a deep gulp from his cup, Casey bit the bullet and moved forward. Perhaps it was the awful tasting shot which gave him the courage. Maybe it was the tempting amount of cleavage which the girl was displaying. Perhaps he was just becoming a more extroverted person. Regardless, he strode over, attempting to keep his confidence even as nerves began to form into a tight, knotted ball into his stomach. Approaching as cooly as he could, Casey slid to stand beside the brunette.

"Sophie." She said before Cass had even had the chance to speak. "What?" He managed, taken aback. "My name. Sophie. I assume you were going to ask. Or maybe not. Maybe you're one of those guys who'd rather not know." She took a sip, raising an eyebrow at him skeptically. Casey wasn't sure how to respond, surprised by her forward nature. "I guess I was going to ask. Beat me to it." He tried to laugh but it felt dry in his throat. Sophie didn't drop her skeptical look. "You play? I'm guessing, no." She gestured with a nail, pointing towards the table. "Why'd you say that? Don't I seem like a beer-pong kinda guy?" Casey asked, trying to claim a little control. "No." Sophie responded. "Fair enough. Walked into that one." He remarked, smiling to himself as much as Sophie. "Are you going to tell me your name then? It'd be polite if you did." Sophie took another sip of her drink, smirking a little. Casey couldn't help but get the feeling she was messing with him. "Call me Cass."

"Is that the only thing you want me to call you?" Sophie asked, an edge to her overly innocent tone. Casey opened his mouth only to be interrupted by a chorus of yells and delighted screaming. One of the current players had nailed his shot, cheering enthusiastically as the girl opposite huffed a little, begrudgingly pulling down the skirt she was wearing. Casey's eyes went wider as the girl, a curvy redhead, slowly pulled the hem of her attire. It struggled around her thighs before falling freely to the floor, revealing the lacy, dark green underwear beneath. She was blushing deeply but a smile clearly tugged at the corner of her lips as she felt all the eyes in the room drawn to her. He glanced back to Sophie who's expression hadn't changed. Rather, she was watching him with a bemused look. "Maybe you'd rather she called you something, hmm?"

"Erhmm, I-I" Casey stammered, his eyes flicking between the two women. Sophie snorted, pushing him playfully and easing the tension. "I'm fucking with you." He smiled, letting out a slight breath. "Oh, well, Casey. My name is Casey. But most people just call me Cass." Sophie nodded. "Why's that? Is it cuz Cass sounds less girly then Casey? Parents didn't mind you getting a little bullied huh?" He looked at her, trying to gauge whatever game she was playing. She gave nothing away though as she twisted with a strand of hair, watching him. "I've never really been bullied because of that."

"Oh, bullied for other reasons then?" Sophie asked. Casey narrowed his eyes at her, but still offered a smile. "No, not really truth be told." She took a sip and seemed to think for a second. "Doubt that."

"Okay, maybe I shouldn't have come over here." Casey laughed a little, putting his hands up in mock defeat. "Just getting mauled here." Sophie let out a small laugh, a pleasant, soft sound. "Don't be such a pussy. Come on. Play me. Who knows, maybe I'll show you my panties like that slut." Sophie rolled the syllable of the final word, winking to Casey as she downed the remaining contents of her drink. He couldn't help the smile forming as excited butterflies began to form in his stomach.

The two waited close by the table as the current game wrapped up. Sophie continued to poke and mock Casey, as if testing his resolve. He tried his best to take them all in good faith, laughing and responding in kind to her mockery. Sophie seemed to enjoy that more then when he simply conceded and tried to laugh it off. They had a couple more drinks, pulling them from a generous individual who was doing laps with a tray. Eventually the table was free and the two slid onto either side, several members of the crowd cheering as Sophie tossed a ball in the air, feeling it with her hand. Clearly they were excited at the prospect of her showing off some more skin. Casey felt several hands slap his back and words of encouragement from guys eager to see Sophie strip.