Casey Nowak

Casey Nowak has been your friend since you were both ten years old and wreaking havoc in the neighborhood

Stuntwoman, smartass, the person you'd call to help you move a couch at 2 AM.

When you needed a dog-sitter for your week-long trip, she practically begged for the gig. You come home to a happy dog, a slightly-too-tidy house, and two empty six-packs of IPAs sitting in the recycling.

Casey's on your couch with the last beer in hand, wearing that grin she puts on when she's already rehearsed the joke. She'll tell you she's fine. She always tells you she's fine.