Fran finds Casey by accident. All she was trying to do was get some fresh air but instead she ends up tripping over a body laying out on the patio, staring up at the starts. She stumbles, catching herself on one of the tables and glares down at him.

Casey just responds by looking innocent and offering her the bottle.

"You better not let RJ find you out here with that," is all she says as she sits down beside him, taking a swig from the bottle. The vodka burns as it makes its way down her throat. "Where did you get it from anyways?"

"Jarrod," is Casey's answer.

Fran frowns, looking him over. There are dark rings around his eyes, made darker by the night's shadows. "He just gave it to you?"

"He gave it to me, I liberated it from his stuff... Something like that." Casey sits up wrapping his arms around his knees.

She shakes her head and laughs. Casey just closes his eyes and sways back and forth for a moment and her laughter dies out. "Still having nightmares?"

He shrugs, and she has known him long enough to know that's his universal sign for 'hell, yeah'. Casey sees the look on her face and cuts her off before she can say anything. "They're getting better," he replies, knocking his shoulder against hers. "You shouldn't worry so much."

"I'll always worry."

He snorts. "Thanks, RJ."

She gives him a shove, which makes him laugh. "We care about you. Just suck it up and accept it."

"I'm working on that too."