Isla
Isla sidles back into The Hanged Man with her hand still comfortably clasped in Everest's, her smile and the faint pink flush to her cheeks giving her away before anyone gets a chance to so much as ask how things had gone. The party is bouncing, by the look of it, and she raises her eyebrows at Ever and nods towards where Mateo has apparently (in the other thread anyway) just stripped off in anticipation of someone taking a shot directly off him.
"Er," she says through a surprised laugh, "I don't know if you want to go and chaperone that, but if not, you're more than welcome to come and sit with me for a drink?" she offers, glancing up at him and nodding to the table she's more or less abandoned to Ronin and Remi (and the drink she'd left behind). That's where she'll be headed regardless, waving to the two demigods and offering an apologetic smile despite not actually being all that sorry.
"Er," she says through a surprised laugh, "I don't know if you want to go and chaperone that, but if not, you're more than welcome to come and sit with me for a drink?" she offers, glancing up at him and nodding to the table she's more or less abandoned to Ronin and Remi (and the drink she'd left behind). That's where she'll be headed regardless, waving to the two demigods and offering an apologetic smile despite not actually being all that sorry.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
