[She's just gonna go ahead and touch up her hair and makeup while she waits. She has another shot of vodka and chases it with cranberry juice before going to brush her teeth. Cass looks at herself in the mirror for a second. She sees the person that she used to be underneath the makeup and lingerie. Sweet. Caring. But it's over now. Even though the emptiness is already setting in, she smiles faintly, it does feel good to be bad.
She unlocks the door and leaves it open a crack before moving back towards the bed and lying on top of the blankets. Everything feels sort of numb, but the texture of the silk and lace beneath her fingertips are just as intoxicating as the liquor. She's not thinking about the possibility that someone else might come in besides Mox... well, she is, but she's hoping it's Dave even though she knows it won't be.]