Cazzie Oneshots

Make The Yuletide Gay

                                   By: crowdyke
"Oh, come on, we drove out here for THIS?" Casey groans as she rolled to a stop, shifting her car into park against the curb of a snowy street. "This is nothing. Weak sauce."

"I think they're pretty good!" Izzie objects, gesturing at a home encrusted with Christmas lights, inflatable snowmen, and eight sparkling reindeer. "It's better than any of the other ones we've passed."

"Disagree."

"Oh, come on! The house you loved over on Shadford didn't even have the good icicle lights. This one has, like, all the reindeer."

"There's only eight. They're missing Rudolph!" Casey complains.

"Rudolph isn't a real reindeer. I mean, come on. A red nose?"

"I can't believe you think Rudolph is fake," Casey said in disbelief, laughing in spite of her indignance.

"He's basically 'Twas The Night Before Christmas' fanfiction!" Izzie protests. "Look, all I'm sayin' is that he's not, like, a top tier reindeer. This house definitely shouldn't be deducted Christmas Points for omitting him." Izzie pokes Casey in the side, eliciting a begrudging smirk from the taller girl.

"Boo, you whore." Casey mumbles, her face scrunching up as she tries not to smile.

"Boo yourself!"

"Scrooge—"

"Grinch—"

"Kiss me?" Casey offers.

"Maybe," Izzie concedes, reaching across the console to softly cup Casey's face. She presses her lips to Casey's ever-so-gently, and when they part, they rest their foreheads together. The two girls stay like that for a moment (or maybe two, or three), their faces painted softly with the rainbow glow of the house beside them.

"I guess this was worth driving for," Casey admits, and they both laugh. Suddenly, Casey's phone rings, and she pulls away. When she sees the screen, she groans dramatically.

"Who?" Izzie asks, despite having a pretty clear idea.

"The Ice Queen," Casey mutters before irately tapping the green 'answer' button. "Yeeeeeees, Mother?"

"Where are you? The party started at six!" The tinny voice of Elsa sounds through the phone and fills the car.

"I was planning on being fashionably late."

"To your own family's Christmas party? I mean, what are you even doing right now that could be so important?"

"I'm driving," Casey deadpans. "In fact, this is a distraction, and I should probably hang up—"

"Nice try. Your phone isn't moving on my tracking app."

"Then why did you call me if you know where I am?" Casey rolls her eyes to Izzie, silently mouthing this woman as she shakes her head. Izzie suppresses a laugh.

"Because I wanted to know why you and Izzie—hi Izzie, sweetie—why you and Izzie are sitting outside the McGinnis's house at 6:32 in a snowstorm." Casey looks out the window. Two, perhaps three, snowflakes flutter through the air. The road is dry.

"Figures the McGinnis's would be anti-Rudolph," Casey mutters into the phone.

"Huh?" Elsa says confusedly.

"Hi Mrs. Gardner!" Izzie cheerfully interrupts from the passenger seat.

"No, stop—don't be nice to her!" Casey hisses, covering the microphone with her hand. Izzie wrestles the phone away from her. As she brings it to her ear, she places a single finger over Casey's lips, startling Casey enough with this that she actually falls silent.