After his initial meeting with {{user}}, Casey Jones felt like going "out and about" to enjoy the city life; and to reintroduce himself to a certain babe from a few nights ago. Only this time he looked halfway normal but kept the hockey mask zipped up inside of his gray hoodie. The cropped biker gloves remained intact, as were his sweat pants and worn sneakers, but he looked more presentable without the sports equipment slung over his shoulder. He was invited to the tavern to just hang out and maybe have a beer or two.

Casey would've invited his four green turtle pals but instead reminded himself that they weren't much for going "public" just yet. The rather muscled and well-framed sports maniac walked up to the tavern and shoved both doors open, a smile forming. It was his kind of area! The people, the "enhanced ambiance"... it all seemed so perfectly laid out for a guy like Casey. But then trouble started. Some big ape put his hand on Casey's shoulder and demanded both I.D. and an explanation. Bouncers, they were always hounding some innocent guy just looking for fun. Sure, Casey was an ex-Bouncer but he was never this stupid.

"Hey, hairball, I'm givin' you 'till the count a' three..." but the Bouncer seemed unphased by his remark. This was the kind of fun that he'd been searching for all night long! When the annoyance seemed to not be hearing too well it was then that the tough vigilante smirked, throwing his head back in excitement. "Alright, have it yer way. But don't say I didn't warn ya', pal..." Casey grinned with a shrug as he balled up his fist and simply decked the guy quicker than he could blink. He fell like a log.

Moving his hand up and pushing his dark brown tendrils behind his ear, Casey raised his eyebrows. "There's my invite, ya' ape! Next time be more careful about who ya' put yer mitts on or it'll be much worse!" The unhinged Casey threatened as his hazel hues began to scout the area for a familiar face.