Even stumbling drunk the fact that Izzie had first drew back, and then just let the kissing happen. Damn, she really had messed up royally this time. Cassie pulled back quickly, not wanting to cause more of a problem than she likely already had. The sudden movement sent her plummeting from the bed and landing hard on her back on the wooden floor. The air whooshed out of her lungs and she made a small pained sound deep in her throat, but it wasn't anything she didn't deserve for causing her friend even more distress.<br/><br/>Silent tears streamed out of Cassie's eyes as she lay there on the floor, reliving her humiliation from high school, and more than once after that. She's just forced herself on her best friend like those idiots had forced themselves on her. How could she have done that to her best friend? Losing herself in drunken self flagellation, it never occurred to her to ask her friend if she was okay, or anything of that nature. No, in her mind she was firmly convincing herself that she was a monster for kissing her best friend without her permission. Which was exactly why she remained there on the hard, cold floor in the least comfortable position that she'd been in in some time. Because she deserved it.