<em>"I'm not sure it counts with in-laws"</em>Did it truly matter by that point, the two of them were thinking about that spoken thought freely, wondering wither or not it would or wouldn't count as incest. Into a full fit of giggles Isabelle had become lost, only being pulled out of that state by hearing her best friend and feeling hair being brushed away from her face.<em>"You really are so pretty."</em>Izzie stared at her oldest friend silently for a moment before she went off talking about craziness as usual.<em>"We should totally make him notice you. He's just your type."</em><br/><br/>In reality Izzie didn't have a type, she tried out many different types of men, mostly polar opposites of herself, only to end up alone again and again.<em>"Of course, if we were gonna use a cat we'd totally have to lose it first. Make sure he notices you. Let's start a scheme, we'll call it, Bookkeeper for Izzie!"</em>At Cassie's words all she could do was shake her head, that was the sad part about their drunken nights, the fact they seemed to be the two people in the world, no matter how bad the hangover the next day, every single thing from the night before was remembered, even more so in Izzie's case. Inwardly she frowned, knowing that for at least a week her friend would do everything in her power to try and make the bookkeeper notice her. This next week was going to be hell, Izzie knew it already.<em>"..Yeah alright.."</em>, was whispered softly before looking away down to her toenails, trying to let the conversation drop so they could go do their own thing for the remainder of the evening.