Cassie awoke to hair in her face and a shirtless Izzie partially under her. She moaned as she rolled off her friend trying for the life of her to remember what the hell had happened the night before. She'd never been this bad off in the past, had always remembered every excruciating detail. She'd always remembered the next day. Then a bit of memory returned to her and she wished that it hadn't. Her and Izzie on the bed, her kissing Izzie when she didn't want to be kissed. Had she gone farther than that? Had there been some kind of scuffle? Had she raped her best friend? The thought was too much to bear. She had to get out of here.<br/><br/>Cassie didn't even bother with a shower, simply bolted to her room and changed clothes. Once that was done she dragged a comb through her hair until it was as behaved as could be expected then pulled it into an uncharacteristically plain pony tail. She nearly stumbled over a partially full wine bottle as she made her way quickly to the bathroom to take care of the liqour on her breath and for a moment there was a glimmer of memory. A nagging that the wine bottle shouldn't have been there. She dismissed it as a guilty conscious. A quick brushing of her teeth and gargling of mouth wash later, Cassie was on her way out.