"Listen, it's getting really loud in here. Do you maybe want to...?" He motioned toward the door and she nodded, but just as they stood to leave, he stopped right where he was. There, with his hands in his pockets and a disgruntled look on his face, was Casey Darby - just who Liam wanted, always wanted to see. His mind was frozen, unsure of what to do, and he finally turned to Carly with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, but there's... well, an old friend is here--" friend, he's not your friend, Casey lying on the kitchen table, Casey's hand in yours, Casey in the shower, Casey writhing underneath you, what the fuck are you doing "--and I think he wants to talk to me. Here..." He took out his phone, holding it so that she couldn't see the screen, and smiled at her. "What's your number?" She smiled and gave it to him, he pretended to enter it in, and then he stowed his phone away and gave her another smile and wink, watching for just a moment as she sauntered away.