Chapter 30 ~Vivaldi~

So I pushed open the front door, easing my way into the dark living room, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. And there he was, Casper, sitting all cross-legged on the couch, his face bathed in the eerie glow of the muted TV. I tried my damnedest to tiptoe past him, but, well, the guy had the ears of a bat, I swear.

“I wasn't expecting you to come back,” he said, all casual-like.

I rolled my eyes and frowned, trying to keep my voice down while still being my usual snarky self. “Maybe your brain's cogs are just a little rusty. You did invite me back, remember?”

He smirked, looking all smug. “Oh, my cogs are just fine, thank you very much. But I do recall telling you to come back early, not in the middle of the damn night.”

I pouted, lying through my teeth. “I got drunk and lost my way. It's not my fault, you know.”

Casper just shrugged, like he didn't give a rat's ass. “Alright, whatever. But hey, come take a look at this.” He waved me over, and I figured I might as well play