out_there | SN ficlet/wip: Random Casey

Another random Casey fact and another little snippet.

Likes Friday the 13th

"There's a ladder in the studio."

Dana blinked and turned to Dan. "Yes, there is."

"Do we need a ladder in the studio?"

"That's how people change the bulbs in the light grid," Dana replied, and Casey smirked.

"Today?"

Dana glared at him. "Do you want to do the show in the dark?"

"No. But, there's no need to tempt fate."

"Tempting fate would be not replacing the bulbs when they need to be replaced. That is tempting fate."

"Tempting fate is having ladders, which could be walked under, on Friday the 13th!"

Casey rocked back on his heels, highly amused. "Well, technically, tempting fate is-"

"Nope," Dan interrupted, holding up a hand to silence Casey. "You don't get to influence this conversation. You *like* Friday the 13th. You are strange and wrong, and for some reason, you are immune to the horrors this day can bring."

Casey shrugged. "It's a lucky day for me."

"It's Friday the 13th! For any normal person, it is *not* a lucky day. In fact, it's famous for being the exact opposite of that."

Casey's eyes widened in false innocence. "It's an unlucky day?" It would have annoyed Dan if Casey didn't look so adorable.

"Everyone but you knows it's an unlucky day," Dan grumbled, glaring at his partner.

Casey tilted his head in thought. "Dana?"

Dana blinked and Dan guessed that wherever her mind was, it wasn't anywhere near this conversation. "Yeah?"

"Do you think Friday the 13th is an unlucky day."

She sneered. "It's a Friday, Casey. If it was a Monday, maybe."

Like a stressed out pixie, Natalie came up and pulled Dana away by the arm. "I need to talk to you about the 40s. I have tried and tried, and it's just…" they heard, as she propelled Dana out of their office and down the corridor. Dan just blinked and watched them go.

Casey leaned back against the desk, crossing his arms smugly across his chest. "Have you ever considered the idea that's it's just *you* that's unlucky?"

Dan waved his hands in disbelief. "It's an unlucky *day*!"

"Prove it." Casey grinned.

"You got stung by a bee on Friday the 13th. That day when Lisa dragged you out to the races."

Casey squinted in concentration as he thought about it. "I also won $300 on a horse race."

"Back in Dallas, you sprained your ankle," Dan said, and then grinned. "But, that's not exactly unusual for you."

"I couldn't drive home, and Lisa had to come and pick me up. Because she had to go out of her way to pick me up, she didn't get caught in that pile up."

"Along her usual route?" Dan asked and Casey nodded. "Yeah, I remember that. You haven't proved that it's a lucky day."

"I got an A on my Introduction to Business Law exam, which I sat on Friday the 13th."

"Knowing you, that's either incredibly lucky, or you switched your test and some poor student failed because of you."

"Lucky," Casey growled. "The first time I got drunk was Friday 13th."

Dan snorted. "And your first hangover?"

"Saturday the 14th." Casey paused for a minute, and then said, "I proposed to Lisa on Friday the 13th."

Dan was about to say that one proved his point, that marrying Lisa was probably the most unlucky thing that had happened to Casey. Then, he saw the look on Casey's face and knew that he really didn't want to bring that up now. "You remember the date that you proposed? Bet you can't remember the month."

Dan laughed when Casey's brows lowered in he thought. "You know what? I really can't."