Cassandra was on Paul's side, 100%. The twins needed to learn he couldn't be there for them 24/7, that's why they had each other. They should have been happy they at least had that much, some people had nothing! Cassandra felt extra bitter, since her own brother hardly ever spoke to her, and her father spoke to her just enough to remind Cassandra he couldn't look at her without remembering his dead wife. Everyone needed to be let go, to fly free. The twins were relying on Paul for too much attention, and needed to find that attention in someone else.
As Paul spoke, Cassandra lifted her head off Paul's shoulder. The alcohol was quickly hitting her, since she hadn't eaten much, she was small, and she'd drank so much in such a short span. For a moment, Cassandra's face hovered there as she blinked. She most definitely didn't want to talk about it, especially not with Paul. But what sort of distraction would help them both? "Distraction," Cassandra whispered, her face dangerously close to Paul's own. And before she knew it, Cass had leaned in and pressed her lips to Paul's. It was almost as it something else had possessed her to do it, but she was not refusing in any way.