<strong>To Izzie's Bedroom:</strong><br/><br/><br/>"Izzie!" Cassie wailed, lower lip beginning to tremble as tears rolled down her cheeks. She too forced herself to her much to stumbly legs and followed after her friend at a much slower pace. After a few knocks and bumps that would likely leave bruises in the morning, she made it to Izzie's door and into the room without so much as a knock. "I wasn' done talking!" She slurred as firmly as she could manage. She marched her way right up to Izzie, stumbling over her own feet a few times along the way and dragged the bottle out of Izzie's hand. Vaguely she wondered why she hadn't seen Izzie take the bottle, but Cassie dismissed that concern as minor at the moment.<br/><br/>"You're beautiful, and you're my best friend, and I'm sorry," She whimpered, wiping lightly at the tears on Izzie's face. Why was Izzie crying? Izzie never cried. "Don't cry," She whispered moving closer to her friend, intending to do nothing more than hug her, but in the way of drunken issues with depth perception, her lips caught lightly against her friend's along the way. For just a moment, Cassie froze, but only a moment. After all, how many times had she let someone comfort her with kisses and caresses and damn it Izzie was so damned pretty and she'd always kinda wondered when she felt like. If Izzie was gonna be mad at her either way, she may as well make it worth the fight. In drunk logic it made sense anyway.<br/><br/>Cassie moved her lips lightly against Izzie's, arms moving to tug her close.<br/>