sad eyes on happy faces

Isla take your medicine "Joke's on him, huh?" Isla says of Sunjata's father and his (evidently still) nerdy son, baring her teeth in a grin as they head to the bar. The House is in full swing, as it ought to be with the sun dipping down, and Isla is glad of the relative bustle of the crowd, because it means less people might be looking at them. Or, well. Perhaps that would be the case were they not the proprietors of the establishment and if Sunjata didn't look quite so obviously like Sunjata. Either way, it's with a mischievous smile in his direction - maybe she'll move a few things just for fun, now - that the Remedy seats herself at the bar. "We're starting to become regulars here," she warns him, only half joking; these seats do certainly seem reserved for them most night. Sunjata orders whiskey to sip and Isla gets the same liquor, but in two straight shots, and she shoots them back without a thought before chasing it up with something a little slower but no less potent. "I don't plan on being a mess," she says, almost by way of an apology to the Flood. "I just... need to take the edge off today, you know?"