Isabelle should have cut them both off when that first bottle had disappeared, but she had allowed for Cassie to talk her into opening yet another one and not this was the result. Drunken Cassie who hadn't made an appearance in quite a bit of time now, not to this degree.<em>What'd I do? Wanna make you smile. You're so pretty when you smile."</em>It was going to be one of those rare fights, she already knew it and trying to prepare herself. A deep breath was taken before inwardly counting to ten. Then Cassie had done it, a finger was trying to push her lips upwards into a smile. Icy blue eyes snapped open catching sight of her friend giving her one of the most pitiful looks she had ever seen.<br/><br/><em>"You are fucking kidding me right..</em>This was going to be rare form, how Izzie was about to react. In one shift movement she sat up pushing Cassie off of her before standing up. Over to the bottom of wine she walked or rather wobbled before turning around and walking off to her room slamming the door shut. Over to her bed she moved before sitting down on the floor near the edge of her bed. A hand reached underneath the bed, feeling around for a few moments before pulling out one of those cheap bottles of wine with the twistable caps. Opened up it was and Izzie began to start drinking by herself. The tears always kept in private, the ones her own best friend didn't know about beginning to flow, feeling beyond frustrated and everything and anything. Loneliness and boredom didn't mix well, it lead to a depressing that couldn't be snapped out of for weeks, she was just good and faking it for Cassie.