Argh! No! *shakes Jeremy-having-sex thoughts out of her head*

(I mean, I'm sure he has sex, and I assume Natalie's pretty damn happy about it, but I never want to have to picture it actually happening. It's a Jeremy-specific thing. I can't explain it, but... it's just not happening. And I'm definitely not writing it.)

They're just snarking at each other. Jeremy sat down beside Casey at Anthony's and now he's stuck entertaining the drunk.

***

Casey was grinning at Jeremy, almost sitting up straight. Well, leaning on the table just a little. From this angle, the overhead lights at Anthony's glimmered in the reflection from Jeremy's glasses. "Why are your glasses so..." Casey waved vaguely with his hands, but Jeremy just stared at him.

"So what?"

Casey lifted his hands to his eye-level, and outlined a rough square around his head.

Jeremy looked confused. "So boxed?"

Casey frowned and shook his head, and then remembered the word. "Big. Why are your glasses so *big*?"

Jeremy blinked owlishly at him, staring through the thick lenses. "Big?"

Casey nodded, and then realised that was a bad idea when the room started to sway. "They're really big," he said, closing his eyes until gravity straightened out the room.

Jeremy turned to Dan. "Does he always get this bad?"

Dan's snort was oddly familiar. Casey wondered if he should be able to recognise Dan's snort with his eyes closed. "He gets worse. Give him another glass or two, and he'll be reciting Shakespeare."

"You recite Shakespeare when drunk?"

After a moment, Casey realised that question was for him. He opened his eyes and nodded. "I like the speeches. Especially the St Crispin's Day speech."

"Okay," Jeremy said slowly.

"What's St Crispin's Day?"

"You don't know?" Jeremy asked, surprised.

"I have no idea," Casey replied, wondering where he'd put his glass. "I know the speech, but I don't know St Crispins Day." After a moment, he added, "I want to celebrate St Crispins Day. It sounds like a fun holiday. We could have a day off, and everything. Maybe a parade."

"A parade?"

"And we'd eat apples!" Casey declared with a broad sweep of his arm. He knocked over one of the empty shot glasses, but Jeremy picked it up and packed it away. "Apples, Jeremy."

"Why apples?"

"Crisp green apples for St Crispins Day. Or maybe red apples. I wouldn't want to discriminate on the basis of colour," Casey annunciated carefully. "There will be no racism against apples on St Crispins Day. It goes against the spirit of the season." Casey punctuated his point by slapping his hand against the table top. "Ow." It kind of hurt.

"And he gets worse than this?" Jeremy was asking Danny.

Casey interrupted by poking Jeremy's shoulder. "Tell me about St Crispins Day."

Jeremy stared at him. "Why do you think I'd know about St Crispins Day?"

"You're dusty," Casey said, pointing out the obvious. "You know this stuff."

"Well, yes, I do," Jeremy said, and started in on a long explanation that involved....

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I have to stop there. I have no idea what St Crispins Day is, and need to do some research to fill in Jeremy's bit. But, there you go. That's what Jeremy is putting up with. Casey, on the other hand, is having a *great* time.