Casey wasn't surprised that a sober person wouldn't recognize him. Most of his diehard fans were alcoholics after all. He pondered the ethical dilemma for a bit as he casually listened to the conversation.
"Good luck Wesley, I'd love to see that show." Casey said as Jon got up and walked off while fidgeting with his phone.
He slid a card along the table towards Wesley. "This isn't any of my business, and I'll keep my mouth shut about it and all. But when you sign and want some publicity for the upcoming show. You are invited."
Casey gave a sincere smile followed by an apology.
"If I don't get at least 5 of these cards out to people tonight my manager will never let me hear the end of it. Might as well try and hand them out to people who'd make a nice show right?"

Casey took his glass, handed Jonathan his and toasted. 
"May the saddest of your tomorrows be happier than the happiest of your yesterdays."
It was clear that wasn't his line, and he didn't know who's it was. But that didn't matter much.
"Vague lines are part of the drinking ritual. As are games."
Casey pointed to the sign on the seat next to Jonathan.
"Like betting on whether Miss Claire has yet to find her seat, or is actively avoiding it."
He then pointed at Serena over at the bar.
She was standing there with her composure in tact. You'd never have guessed that someone just made a mess all over her if you'd hadn't seen it yourself.
Casey made a mental note: 'liquid repelling clothing: clever.'