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Ofelia was nibbling at the cake, mostly eating the piece mildly. She didn't really like the taste of it, considering Ofelia knew what alcohol tasted like in food, and once she was done with the single piece she didn't care to ask for another.. . . not that she could at the rate the others were going through it.

It'd been smart of her not to chow down, judging by the level of intoxication the others were now currently under. Would any of them even remember this come the morning? Ofelia never liked drunk people, they made the worst out of everyone, but. . . why was everyone so eager to get that way here? To take their minds off things?

There was always something better to do than drink yourself shitfaced.

Cass curled up on the floor of Clarice's bathroom, weeping into the towel wrapped around her face while saying something about never seeing the beautiful cake ever again.

Oh god her twitter thing was blowing up on her phone and apparently Ofelia had forgotten than she and many of the people in this room were IN THE SAME ROOM. Maybe it was because she'd moved herself away from all the crazy that was going on, instead situating herself by the door in a clear spot that she could GET THE ******** OUT. It was then that she kept getting the notices on her phone about Cass that she moved away from everyone and headed towards the bathroom, frowning so very very hard at the drunken and underaged teen.

"Cass, ya look like s**t. Have some shame, girlie." Ofelia was no one for pity with drunks, but at least she could express her worries.

Had Cass been aware there was booze in the cake?

Nope.

Was she aware her behavior at that moment was strange?

Nope.

Could she even see Ofelia talking to her right then?

Nope.

"Offfiieeeee?" Cass rolled over onto her back, her voice muffled by the towel around her face as she said the sun hunter's name."zzaaaatttt you? Yourrvoice islikethesouunnddofangeellssss!" she slurred, waving with both arms. "Mglad you cantell me what I loookkk liiiikkkeeee 'cause Mblind again." she frowned, not that it was visible.

From the other room she heard Clarice talking about her playing grabass with Marcus.

"IREGRET NOOOTTHINNNGGGGG!!!" she shouted back, then broke into giggles.

Ofelia sighed and knelt down next to the younger hunter, gingerly pulling away the towel from around her face. The teen frowned at the flushed color of the drunken girl's skin, and she placed a hand on her forehead to check her overall temperature. "Mah voice is nothin' like angels but Ah'll take the compliment. Are ya okay, have ya thrown up yet? Why are ya all wet?"

She smoothed back Cass's hair as she looked around the room, making sure to place the towel somewhere that it wouldn't get slipped on if anyone else tried to come it (basically she tossed it into a corner and called it a day). While the southern girl was no means an expert on handling drunk people she just went with what her gut told her to do - keep 'em off their stomachs or back and get some decent food and water into them. "Do ya think ya can eat anythin', or drink some water?"

Ofelia was totally unaware she could be considered a buzzkill but man, she wanted to be able to walk straight tomorrow. Being drunk had never appealed to her since being drunk made the voices louder and her choices even worse (she almost got a tattoo that time) so. . . .plus she didn't know if drinking would let her sleep and not just give her the nightmare of the century. "C'mon."

As the towel was removed from Cass's face, her mouth made the most perfect 'o', as though she'd just suddenly discovered the world was a beautiful and fabulous place. Like she'd never seen it before. The bathroom was beauutiifulllllllll! Hey, could she take a bath?

There was a long pause when she realized she was wearing a bathrobe, untying it to look down the front of it, just to realize all she had on underneath it was soaked underwear. Okay, that needed to stay on. Cass, even while drunk, knew she needed to keep her clothing on. Well, the robe on. Nobody needed her running around in just her underwear.

She hoped. Or would hope nobody had when she regained herself the next day.

"I toooookkkk a baathhhhh.." she motioned to the tub to answer Ofelia's question. "ANnnNNnnddd I wannttttt....morecake..."

She grinned. "I could eat allllll the cake........ " never the less, Cass stumbled up to her feet awkwardly, grinning like an idiot even as she finally emerged from the bathroom, waving at everybody on the other side. "MNOTBLIND ANYMORE GUUYYSSSS" she declared, then deteriorated into more giggles.

"..You promised him what?" Candace looked back at Clarice with confusion. What the hell did she mean by that? She just held Sasha for now, worrying she might be holding up her weight until there was a kiss against her shoulder that made her laugh. "Ohsh--HAHA! Sasha, honey, that tickles!" She looked down at the girl again to find her giving her an intensely serious look. Candace couldn't help but grin, her arms curled around the girl's middle. "Am I? You're the sweetest, Sasha. And thank you, I'm flattered, Nona. This isn't even my best one. You should see the one I wore for H on Valentine's day." She laughed, suddenly blushing and shutting right up. Why had she said that? What could possibly bring her to feel comfortable enough to say such a thing? She looked around to see if anyone had noticed what she'd said, her cheeks a dark pink as she eyed the cake. This is your fault.

...Squeeze her bottom. "...Oh, Sasha. Sasha, Sasha, Sasha." Candace sighed, amused as she leaned down to press her lips against the girl's in a light, sweet kiss. "There's a lot of things I'd let you squeeze if you're a good girl, but I don't quite think that's such a good idea unless it's something you want sober. I won't take advantage of this lovely little opportunity, okay? Be a good girl and I'll let you snuggle up to me when we go to bed, okay? How's that?" She watched Sasha start to fiddle with her nightgown, deeming it broken and laughing again. She was so cute! "No, no. Here. Let me help." She giggled, pulling it in a way that let the girl's arm slip into the dress again and guiding her arm properly through the sleeve. "There! Now it's not broken anymore! Want me to do your nails, Sasha? I'll make them pretty for you."

Oh, but someone needed to get Cass? "I think I saw Ofelia go in the bathroom..."

Pout. Poutpoutpout.

No more cake? This seemed to be epic sadness to Cass who, otherwise, seemed inclined to do as she was told. "I hope I'm wet...wasjustinthe tubnall....." she slurred a bit more, "and he saw me alreadyyyyy.." she added, even if all that had come of that was her giving her poor boy blueballs. Unintended, but never the less! The result was that Cass had no idea that she was a drunker right then.

"Okay...." she frowned even as she finally made her way to join the group who was watching the movie, finding a free spot on the floor to huddle up into as she suddenly began to stare very intently at the screen, eyes wide like saucers.

So wide.

"OooOoooohhhhh, Mancanndyyy....."

She looked to Clarice when she talked about not eating something. Besies Pizza. Ohh! There was Pizza too! She could eat Pizza!

"Okaayyyyy!"