A/N: So, chapter 4's up quicker then i expected it to be...i wanted to try and get more review for chapter 3 but i didnt want to leave my readers waiting! lol i happen to love this chapter, as much as i loved the last. Please REVIEW! its much appreciated.

Disclaimer: as you all know, i do not own Greek.

The flight of stairs seemed never ending as Casey walked down each one carefully, she may have been drunk but she didn't want to show it by falling, not in front of all these people and especially not in front of Rebecca Logan. Casey was always in control, and if Rebecca noticed her nonstop drinking this night, she'd go on about it forever. She tripped over the last step and almost fell, but she gripped onto the first thing that she could feel. "Oh…shit." She heard a familiar voice say, she looked up into Cappies blue, puppy dog eyes.

She grabbed the unopened beer from his hand and stumblde backward with it. He caught her around the waist, holding her up. "Well, Miss Cartwright, I think it's time someone cut you off." Casey smiled up at him, "And what makes you think that it has to be you." She said as she removed her body from his arms grip. Cappies eyes chased after her, he was ready to go after her and take her to his bedroom and lay her down when someone tapped his shoulder. "Hey handsome." Rebecca smiled.

Cappie wanted to kick himself in the ass for forgetting that taking Casey upstairs to his room would be way out of line, after all, he had a girlfriend. The perfect girlfriend in fact, even better than Casey Cartwright…and yet his eyes still chased after her, they followed her into the pool room and his heart fell to the pit of his stomach as she slumped up against the wall holding her head in her hands. "I'm sorry…I've got something I need to take care of." He said. Rebecca grabbed his arm as she noticed who he was looking at. "Just leave her, she's so pathetic. I'll go talk to her." She said as she pulled Cappie back and walked toward the intoxicated Casey.

"Well looky here." Casey looked up and saw Rebecca through blurred eyes. Her voice was muffled and distant. "Oh god, Rebecca don't you have someone else's life to destroy right now?" Casey slurred. "Class president completely trashed. How pathetic." She smirked. "Trying to drink my relationship with Cappie away won't work." She leaned down. "When you wake up in the morning, he'll still be with me and not you. He'll still care for me and not you." Casey's mind processed each insult Rebecca hit her with. She clutched the wall and stood upright.

Casey smiled. "I'm not the pathetic one Beccs, that's you, always running after the men who had or want me...Jealous much? How does it feel to have my leftovers?" Rebecca's smile faded as she crossed her arms, and walked away. Casey held the wall as she walked into the bar/poolroom. She went to the bar, to hell with beer it was time to get some of that hard liquor into her system. "A double shot of vodka." She told Beaver, who was working the bar. "You got it Cartwright." The alcohol burned her throat, but in a rather comforting matter. Her mind was open to anything and everything and even though she was completely trashed, she could see more clearly than she could 10 minutes ago.

"I thought I told you, you were cut off." She turned around to see a not so happy Cappie. "Relax, Cappie, you were the one who always told me to let lose, and now I am." Cappies eyes burned into hers, and maybe it was her drunken mind processing delusions but she saw it again, the fire of love for her in his eyes. Either he hid it well or she was delusional. She pounded the bar twice as Beaver slide her 2 more glasses of double shots. She pounded them the instant they met her lips.

Cappie shook his head in disappointment. "This isn't the Casey Cartwright that I know." Casey giggled. "The Casey you knew is tired of losing any form of happiness that she gains. I'm sick of this stupid sorority." She slurred as she ripped her ZBZ necklace off and threw it across the room. "I'm tired of wanting to please them by giving up things and people that meant so much to me." She felt the warm liquid seep from her eyes, and at this point, she didn't care. She felt unbearably alone, but she was also ridiculously drunk. Cappie pulled Casey into him, as she rested her head on his chest. "What kind of things?" He asked in what sounded like no more than a whisper.

"What are you doing?" Cappie turned around and Rebecca stood behind him. Looking rather displeased. Casey pulled herself away and got up, her knees gave out and she hit the ground the second she stood up. She closed her eyes, holding her head once again. She felt it, her body wanting to shut down from to much alcohol intake. Could it be alcohol poisoning? Or was she just too drunk to realize that she was only blacking out? Cappie was at her side in no more than a second.

He picked her up and cradled her in his arms, walking up the stairs. "Where are you taking her?" Rebecca asked quick on his heels. "She needs to lie down, she may have alcohol poisoning." Rebecca shrugged. "Who cares? Lay her down in the bathroom!" Cappies chest caught fire at those words, who cares. He quickly pushed the fire back into the pit of his stomach; he'd talk about this later. He opened his door and laid Casey on his bed. He brushed the hair out of her eyes and looked down at her flushed face. "Tell everyone the parties over, send them home." Rebecca swallowed. "Everyone?" She asked hesitantly. He looked over his shoulder at her. "Yes, everyone must leave other than the people who live in this house." "But I'm your girlfriend." She began to protest. "Please." He asked, losing his patience. Rebecca looked at him, anger lighting her eyes, "fine." She said, slamming the door behind her.

A/N: What do ya think? Reviews are appreciated! Thanks.