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CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE shiny happy people. season six, episode twenty two.
[ this chapter is over 14.5k words, so grab a snack and settle in! <3 ]
CASSIE KNEW SHE LOOKED HOT.
It wasn't every day that she prided herself on her appearance; well, it was most days, but she hadn't given it much thought recently, as she had far bigger problems than whether or not or her hair was brushed. But with the eager help of both Lexie and Callie earlier that evening, she'd managed to find a dress buried in the back of her closet that was deemed suitable to bring her back to her old ways of turning heads.
Soft, red satin enveloped her frame, similar to the dress she'd worn on Christmas a few months before, the dress which had Mark practically drooling at her feet.
This dress was different, though. It fit loosely around her waist, allowing her more than enough room to eat the fancy snacks that Derek caterer's would inevitably provide.
And however much she may have absolutely hated Derek's gutsat the moment, he had a proven history of knowing the best places to get rich people food, and Cassie planned to take full advantage. But still, however delicious the food would be, that wasn't the only reason Cassie planned to attend Derek's 'Six Months Of Being The Chief' party.
Despite how egotistical the entire thing was in Derek's favor, she was actually excited to go; not because of her lying pseudo-brother, but because wherever there was a work party, there was also Mark Sloan wearing a suit somewhere nearby.
And luckily for Cassie, this suit was really, really nice; she'd quite literally tripped over her own two feet when she walked into Meredith's house. Thankfully, Lexie caught her before she could actually fall face-first into the hardwood floors.
But, she'd been able to make a quick recovery, now standing in front of the bar while sandwiched between Alex and Lexie, both of whom were holding a glass of white wine.
(Cassie decided to go with her usual tequila.)
"Stop fidgeting," Cassie chastised Alex with a roll of her eyes, downing the rest of her drink and setting the glass on the counter behind her. He hadn't stopped messing with the tie around his neck for the past two minutes, and it was starting to drive her insane. "Just smile and act pretty."
"I am pretty," he countered, tightening and loosening his tie even more dramatically. "And I hate ties. And you two are fidgeting."
