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"Two K," he says, "and I said I’d give you half Of course, that hen I thought you would fix my shit, not lend ht here with you is worth wayup at him with my back flat on the floor

"Wow, is that your best pickup line? No wonder you haven’t been laid in…what, two years?" he says, feeding one more cord down toto be a dickhead all night, I can leave…" I start to get up

"You’re not leaving I knothe end of the cord out for ht That’s at least a week and a half of shifts and tips at the grocery store

"And I’ll fix your hard drive Let et things done at ho the power

Casey is an engineering student, but he’s sort offor soe His parents aren’t real hip over the idea of hiue with two thousand dollars for a night’s worth of work

"What’d you say this event was again?" I ask, pullingto ra an end-of the-year party," he says, his fingers practically twitching while he waits for et everything pulled up, and he starts testing mixes and sound

"This school has a lot of parties," I say

"Yeah, like you’d know," he laughs

"Har dee har," I say Casey twists his head in lasses he doesn’t need, because we’re inside, in a very dimly lit bar "What?"

"Har dee har? You sound like an old fart," he snorts, pushing his glasses up and h a few more screens on the colasses, so fuck off," I say He raises his right hand and flipshis eyes away from his work Of course,is wearing sunglasses inside

Casey spends the next thirtythe up with a pretty cool vibe What he does is really da along with the car stereo I wish his parents saw it that way Casey’s parents are bothoil and fuel company in Oklahoma City Casey has been bred to follow their footsteps, and while that’s what his degree is for, his heart is for so else His father cut him off last year, dropped his tuition payments, and told hi the deejaying seriously, and so far, he’s been able to pay his bills He’s finishing out his degree because he’s only two se," he says, pausing in front of the stage, a twenty in his hand

"Just a Coke," I say, and he rolls his eyes

"One day, I’et you drunk, just like the old days," he says over his shoulder as he walks to the bar

"Yeah, well I was sixteen in the old days," I say to his back He doesn’t hear h school was sotwenty-one I had no idea how e otten me drunk since then--a few ti up souilt and reret for the year

The bar isn’t very crowded, and there’s an old country song on the jukebox in the corner It’s funny how the bars near McConnell shift throughout the day, catering to the old-tie kids starts to strea plays next

There are a few old ame of pool in the back roo up as start?" I ask

"They start paying me at ten," he says I nod and head over to the pool table, introducingfor money, but when they ask me if I want in on the action, I turn it down I’m rusty, but I would probably still kick their asses at nine-ball So twenty bucks froh--even if I could use it