Isla
Yeah, there's a lot happening. With a softly furrowed brow and a puzzled expression, Isla is left feeling flattered and a little sad and a lot confused, raising a hand to wave after Flora as their hostess rightfully goes to greet the plentiful other guests who have arrived in the meantime. "Thank you," she says, perhaps a touch too late after the Doubletake has melted into the crowd. "What did you do?" she wants to know, looking up at Sunjata. Apparently he'd done it nicely.
No sooner has she taken another (much more measured) sip of her drink when another beautiful woman is cutting through the crowd towards them, greeting Sunjata and offering her another compliment and a kiss to the cheek - and honestly, Isla doesn't think she's ever been touched so much at once, and she lives in a fucking brothel. "Isla," she murmurs by way of introduction. "It's nice to meet you too, Hotaru. You..." look stunning yourself is left trailing on her lips, because Flora's mother is already gone.
And then so is Isla's first (but not last) drink of the night.
"I think we should sit down somewhere," she decides with a wry smile to Sunjata, nodding towards an empty table and promptly heading for it.
No sooner has she taken another (much more measured) sip of her drink when another beautiful woman is cutting through the crowd towards them, greeting Sunjata and offering her another compliment and a kiss to the cheek - and honestly, Isla doesn't think she's ever been touched so much at once, and she lives in a fucking brothel. "Isla," she murmurs by way of introduction. "It's nice to meet you too, Hotaru. You..." look stunning yourself is left trailing on her lips, because Flora's mother is already gone.
And then so is Isla's first (but not last) drink of the night.
"I think we should sit down somewhere," she decides with a wry smile to Sunjata, nodding towards an empty table and promptly heading for it.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
