A/N: Guess who didn't screw up the order this time! Here comes another chapter, as more and more things begin to unravel

Eve

Dealing with Cassandra in a club for the first time is bad enough as it is. The last thing I needed was for her to get drunk. All I know is we better figure out what this spell is and how to break it quickly, because she's really starting to get tiring.

The fact that we're the only ones who got in is definitely not helping the matter. Screw that stupid beauty standard. Now I'm left here to deal with her all on my own. I feel like I'm taking my little sister to a frat party for the first time, and am now in charge of making sure she doesn't get into any trouble after she got herself drunk. Sure that's happened before with friends and colleagues who were younger than me, but it's been over a decade; I'm not used to this anymore.

Literally anyone would better this situation right now. Jones knows the party scene better than any of us; he'd know what to do. Stone keeps Cassandra grounded, and he'd probably be able to help with being the human crutch. If he was here I'd know I had someone constantly watching out for her, and I wouldn't have to worry.

Flynn would probably know what to do right now too. Even if he didn't, which if I'm being honest with myself he probably wouldn't, I'd have someone to do it with me, or at the very least someone to talk to. No; I don't have time to think about him right now.

I'm sitting on a couch in the club with Cassandra next to me, trying to figure out what the hell is going on here. I'm a guardian and this is not my job, but right now my only Librarian is a just a bit incapacitated.

"Hey Evie" she coos. Here we go again. "I've got a question for you"

"What is it Cassandra?" I sigh. She's been asking me questions for the past hour, and none of them make sense. I'm not even paying attention at this point. Cassandra giggles before continuing.

"You gotta tell me Evie, Flynn's butt, is it as cute as Jacob's?"

Well THAT got my attention.

"What?" I exclaim, turning my mind away from the case for a moment.

"Oh whoops!" Cassandra bursts into another fit of laughter. "How silly of me Evie: I forgot…you don't know what Jacob's butt looks like"

"No Red that's not the part of the conversation that was concerning me"

Why the hell is she talking about Stone's butt? And since when does she call him Jacob? Since when have any of us called him Jacob? She can't get a half of a sentence out without giggling and snorting for five seconds, and she's practically rolling all over the couch, but finally she gets more of an answer out to me.

"Oh that's right Evie!" she whispers. "You don't know the secret!"

"Secret?!"

"Woops! I wasn't supposed to tell you that"

Cassandra falls back on the couch giggling. She's completely lost it at this point. Clearly, she'd tell me anything. I hate to take advantage of her when she's drunk, but if there's something going on with my Librarians, it's my job to find out. I'm definitely not doing this because I've become an eighth grader eager for gossip. She's my best friend. Cut me some slack.

"Alright Cassandra" I urge. "Tell me what's going on"

"Nope. Can't do that. Sorry Evetastico"

"Come on!" I insist. "We're friends right? Besides, what if this secret you're keeping from me could help solve some ancient Library secret"

No one would buy this crap, but I have a feeling that Cassandra would while she's drunk. It'll be like taking candy from a baby.

"Alright" she agrees, through pursed lips. "But you have to promise not to tell anyone"

"You've got my word."

Cassandra looks left and right, then leans in to whisper in my ear.

"Jake and I have been seeing each other outside of work" she says. Then she starts laughing again. Apparently alcohol makes Cassandra think anything and everything is hysterical.

I'm not sure what to say when she tells me this. I sort of just freeze there for a moment. I don't know what "secret" I was expecting her to tell me, but it certainly wasn't that! Stone and Cassandra? You've got to be kidding me! Flynn's going to freak when he hears about…no, I'm not supposed to be thinking about him.

I take a deep breath and reassess the situation. For all I know, this isn't even true. Earlier Cassandra was talking about some purple Rhino. Besides, even if it is true, I can't sit here forever. There's a case that needs our attention.

"Now remember Evie" Cassandra continues. "You can't say anything. Only Jones knows, and he found out by mistake, and we decided not to tell anyone yet."

I'm trying to figure out what to do with myself right now when Cassandra starts giggling and reaching for me again.

"Evie your head is made of marshmallows! Eve-o the marshmallow!"

Yeah, this whole "secret" is probably not something I actually have to worry about at all. I've noticed that Cassandra has a little crush on Stone. The alcohol is probably just making her construe some sort of distorted reality out of her fantasies.

Then again, now that I think about it, they've left the annex together almost every day. I've always attributed that to their friendship, but when I think back to our first months at the annex, they weren't like that.

I flash back to the morning after we went to Wexler, when they both called in sick. Jones suggested to me that something else was going on there. I told him he was crazy, but now with this possible confession from Cassandra, I remember one morning after Sam and I… I wipe the thought from my mind, grab Cassandra by the arm, and lead her to where we need to be next.

Cassandra

Everyone else has left the annex when Jake comes and finds me, sitting on the table with my head in my hands. I'm still trying to shake off the headache the hangover gave me, and the whole world is still a blur.

"Hey" he says gently, plopping himself next to me. "How you feelin'?"

"Like I just got run over by a truck" I admit. "I swear, I don't think I'm ever touching anything with alcohol in it ever again"

"Ah don't say that" he sighs. "It's just a bad hangover; everyone gets 'em. Besides, it wasn't even you who did the drinking. You know how to limit yourself. You can't just give up like that; you still owe me that pint"

I smile at him. I've spent the past few hours scanning my head for what few memories I might have of the night. The one I've been able to grasp onto is not good.

"Jake" I mumble. "We might have a problem."

"And what's that?"

"I think in all the drunken banter, I may have told Baird about us."

He sighs, but doesn't say anything to make me think he's angry at me.

"Well" he grumbles "It was bound to happen eventually"

"So you're not mad?"

"Why would I be mad Cassie? You didn't do anything wrong"

I lean my head on his shoulder, close my eyes, and breathe in. I breathe in this moment: the love, the peace, the absolute wonder that is our relationship. Even I was mad at me for what happened tonight, and Jake's just maintaining such a level head; every day I feel more and more like I don't deserve him.

He puts his arm around me and rubs small circles into my back. We're both quiet for a while, and I can tell that we're thinking about the same things.

"Come on" Jake says. "It's been a long day. I'll drive you home and get you into bed"

He jumps off the desk and grabs my hand to help me down. Our fingers never separate as we walk out of the low-lit annex, and my head remains on his shoulder, breathing in that peace, all the way home.

A/N: So I wanted to write about the whole "how 'bout a pint" but I just couldn't find the muse with them already together. Hope you enjoyed! See you next time with another bonus!