Cormac snorted and rolled his eyes before wandering off in the direction of the kitchen.
"If you're getting a beer I want one!" Casey called after him. Horrible, terrible, awful brother. He turned his head so that he was looking at Cho again and frowned. "It is as bad as all that, actually. Bronte still refuses to give me the time of day and it is absolutely impossible to get her away from her little gaggle of girlfriends. I'm going to die alone surrounded by cats."