Isla
Raising a brow at the bartender's comment, Isla glances around just as a familiar tall shadow falls across her, a smile of her own automatically curling across her lips. "Hey, Sunjata," she replies, nodding her thanks to the barman - and accepting a citrusy cocktail with only a whisper of alcohol in it without even needing to ask. "Surprisingly well, actually," she adds with a soft laugh. "Some days it's like I never even left."
Glancing past Sunjata to the easy business being conducted in the bar area, Isla spots a small, empty booth out of the way of the main crowd. "Do you mind if we take a seat, if you aren't busy? Good as the drinks are, I actually came out here to try and find you." Phrasing it like that feels better than the dread attached to we need to talk, even if that's what it boils down to.
Glancing past Sunjata to the easy business being conducted in the bar area, Isla spots a small, empty booth out of the way of the main crowd. "Do you mind if we take a seat, if you aren't busy? Good as the drinks are, I actually came out here to try and find you." Phrasing it like that feels better than the dread attached to we need to talk, even if that's what it boils down to.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
