Summer laughed, hiding her face behind her hand. "I guess I'll just have to wear the whole thing for you then, hmm? Will that satisfy your needs?" she asked, leaning forward a bit just to accentuate herself.

She made a protesting noise when he handed the waiter his card, giving him a look. "I was going to pay!" she pouted.

Casey handed over his hoodie, and she slipped it over her body. It was too big on her, and it made her look like a child. But, it was absolutely cozy. "You sure you're not just trying to hide my wonderful outfit from everyone else?" she teased him before standing up, pulling him by the hand to lead him out.

"I know a great place we can go to. And when we're done..." She turned to face him, leaning against his chest. "Maybe you can come to my place?"

Summer placed her hands on her hips, raising her eyebrows at him. ”Alright, Casey Maverick. You have it this time. But next time, I will take care of it. And it will be a fancy place too.” But, she smiled sincerely. ”I’m nice because I like you. A lot. So…”

She blushed, tapping her fingers together.

When he offered her the bottle, she accepted it readily, grinning. ”Thank you. I will enjoy it. I hope you’ll enjoy it with me too.”

Summer waved her arms around in the sleeves that came far over her hands, smirking at him. ”Alright. I suppose I’ll take that explanation for now…” But, deep down, she had a feeling that he had a thing for seeing her in his clothes.

First his jacket at the party and now his hoodie?

Definitely.

”Of course I would. There’s no one else I’d rather spend time with,” she said, drumming her fingers on his chest for a moment before leaning back. ”Let’s get going. I’ll take you to one of my favorite spots to party.”

Of course, the first place Summer's mind went to was straight in the gutter. So, after he said that, she gave him a quick glance over and a wink, a sly look on her face.

She couldn't help herself, now that she had someone like him to be with.

Extending her arms a bit, she watched him fiddled with the sleeves, rolling them up until they were cuffed to her wrists. She wiggled her hands around, satisfied that they didn't hang far anymore. "My hero. What would I do without you?" She grinned up at him.

Summer took the nudge as his okay to go, holding his hand and leading him out of the restaurant excitedly. "Oh? Are you into experimenting?" she joked. "I'm probably not going to go wild tonight. I have more to look forward to. I'd rather stay in my right mind. But, if I find something, absolutely."

Summer led him away until they reached the club of her choice. The sound of loud music already thrummed outside the building. She passed the line, holding his hand tightly as she reached the bouncers.

"Hello, boys. He's with me." The bouncers gave her a greeting with a small bow, allowing her and Casey to slip past them. "Perks of your father being a well known influencer in the underground," she said, looking back at him before they disappeared into the striating lights.

Paint each others nails? "That sounds like a great idea. What color do you go for?" she asked, looking at her own, which were painted a pale pink, like the bottle of sake that Casey bought.

"Maybe I'll do black next time. There's something about them that screams badass."

Summer raised her brows at him. "Really? Like what? Or is that all a surprise too?" she teased, gently swinging his hand in the space between them as they walked.

The deeper they got into the club, the louder it got. She reached out to grab two interesting-looking glasses of some glowing cocktails, handing one over to Casey. "I'm chugging this, and then I'm expecting you to dance with me until we can't stand anymore," she said with a wicked grin. She held the drink up, a silent cheers, before taking it down in several gulps.

Summer set the empty glass down and beckoned him to join her with her finger, joining the group of people in the crowd.

"Purple really is your vibe, huh?" she said, looking over his hair and smiling. "I think it looks good on you. We'll do yours purple then."

The tracksuit... the child... Summer's mind drifted for a moment to that desire she saw of his, her mind drifting to the possibility of having a family.

Now that he knew about her, was it actually possible? Her chest tightened.

She was brought back to reality with the discussion of being a badass. "Oh, so you'd dress me up? How exciting," she said, clasping her hands together. "I'll take pictures for you to keep."

In the club, with the music blaring and it being too loud unless they were talking right in each other's ear, Summer looked up at him in surprise when he said that. And when she felt his mouth so close to her ear, enough to make her shiver and feel like melting against him.

"C-Casey... are you implying something to me?" she tried to tease, though she was becoming a pile of mush just because of what he said.

On the dance floor, Summer laughed. "I wouldn't mind that. I'm sure I'd enjoy holding onto you," she said with a wink, coming close, so close that there was absolutely no space in between them as she danced. Her back was against his torso, and she grabbed his hands to hold onto her body anywhere he desired to.

"You could do whatever you wanted to me, and I'd be happy about it."

"Why is it you didn't get pink hair, then? Have you ever seen yourself with pink hair?" she asked curiously. "My brother and I, we have the same hair color, as you saw in the mist. But our eyes are different. Sometimes, I think that's why he called me Red as a child."

Dressing up together? "Like matching costumes?" Summer giggled, throwing a glance at him. "What do you have in mind?"

Feeling his lips against her head made Summer lean into him more. If she wasn't careful, she would make him topple over with her following. She lifted her hands to his face, touching his jaw. "Okay, then. Say more to me."

A challenge.

When he rested his hands against her sides, she held him tight. To remind herself that this was real, Casey was real, and she felt happy and safe. "Yes? What about it?"