Isla
The sight of the Supernova out of the corner of her eye is enough to cause Isla to freeze in her seat, but when Ronin arrives bearing a gift of drinks and without Remi at his heels, the Remedy allows herself to relax if only a tiny fraction. It's a short-lived feeling, however, as Sunjata readies himself to head out towards the bonfire, and it's with a long, heavy sigh that she bids him farewell.
While Jata socialises with old frenemies ( a reason to smile from six feet under ground), Isla gets to know the drink she's been left very intimately. Her tolerance isn't quite as laughable as when she was first reintroduced to the wild world of blood alcohol, but that absolutely isn't to say that she's a heavyweight by any means. Doesn't matter, though - it'll take less to get drunk, after all.
While Jata socialises with old frenemies ( a reason to smile from six feet under ground), Isla gets to know the drink she's been left very intimately. Her tolerance isn't quite as laughable as when she was first reintroduced to the wild world of blood alcohol, but that absolutely isn't to say that she's a heavyweight by any means. Doesn't matter, though - it'll take less to get drunk, after all.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
