Cassandra smirked a little. "You're fine sweetheart," she said. Drea sharing was a good sign in the making friends department. She finished off making her martini, finding olives to drop into it even, but glanced up at the sight of Drea drinking. That was a bad sign. Cassandra knew that look. Addiction ran wild in casinos and that was the look of an addict. Or something close to it. She propped one elbow on the bar, sipping her drink as she watched Drea, waiting.