Chase, Faye, Open
Chase laughed softly when she asked who he was supposed to be. "Something like that," he agreed, his lips tugging into a thoughtful pout-frown. "Haven't decided how I'm going to crash it yet though," he admitted.
Well, he hadn't thought at all about crashing it. He'd mostly thought about scoping it out and snagging some snacks and retreating to the solitude of his room. Faster, if he saw Icky around. He'd revealed more than he'd meant to about himself that night and he had no idea how much Ichabod had managed to pick up on.
Nor did he really want to find out.
"Chase Collins," he said after a brief pause. Sure, he'd guessed what she was fishing for with that, though he didn't extend a hand or anything polite like that.