<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Cassie's Bedroom:</span></strong><br/><br/><br/>For many women, sharing an innocent night of drunken flirting, kissing and perhaps a bit of heavy petting was a certain right of passage that many had with none other than their best friend. Isabelle and Cassandra had never had such an experience, even with 20 years of friendship underneath their belts. Many people had assumed that they had, had such a night spent together; even their parents believed it as well. There had been many nights of drunkenness, but that had always ended with one if not both of them crying about men, feeling completely misunderstood or because they were so happy in the moment; unable express their 'love' for everyone and anyone around just quite enough. So when Isabelle had suggested opening a bottle of wine after dinner, she didn't expect anything at all to come of it. Yet not they were close to the end of a second bottle, now sitting on the floor of Cassie's room. A typical girl's night this had turned out to be, having painted one another's toes and fingers. Izzie's was a bit of a pink ombre to match her hair, while Cassie's now sported a bit of a try at green ombre on her toes but fingernails were a nice dark green, like that of hunter green. Wine glass half full sitting on the wooden floor, seeming forgotten until one of them reached for it, wanting to have just one more taste; at this rate a third bottle was going to be open before the night was over.<br/><br/>The pair had been in the middle of talking about something, the forced drag out of making Cassie admit the crush she had on owner of 'Pacific Pages'; Mr. Heidermann. Izzie wouldn't admit her crush also had on the man, knowing it would in the end hurt her best friend. She still had her time in the store shopping for books, twice a week like clock work, never saying a word to the man but silently watching when she could sneak a chance. Sometime during that conversation Isabelle began watching her friend quietly, the way a laugh was given, or how her eyes had just a touch of honey to them if a person looked long enough. A slight cough was given before picking up her glass of wine and taking a long pull. A friend shouldn't be looking at her best friend in the way she had been, let alone thinking the thought of; 'What If'. Izzie seriously needed to attempt dating, if she would just stop assuming that everyone they came across should fall head over heels with Cassie first.