Isla
He knows her too well; Isla is just opening her mouth to chastise him on the bad habit when he stops, and she hides a smile as he grabs her hand. She's not sure whether they're getting up together, whether he's trying to help her or if she's expected to be the one helping, but regardless as he sways a bit, Isla is on hand to steady him. "We are accommodating to most people, funnily enough. Strange how the world still seems to make us out to be the villains," she murmurs.
Unsure where they're going, but happy to walk nonetheless, Isla holds out a hand as if to offer to take the bottle for him. She'll empty it, of course, but at least the temptation won't be there any more. "I'm sorry, did you say sleep with people?" She blinks up at him. "I... well. A birthday gift crossed with a happy-wakeup-day gift? I think he'll be thrilled regardless."
Unsure where they're going, but happy to walk nonetheless, Isla holds out a hand as if to offer to take the bottle for him. She'll empty it, of course, but at least the temptation won't be there any more. "I'm sorry, did you say sleep with people?" She blinks up at him. "I... well. A birthday gift crossed with a happy-wakeup-day gift? I think he'll be thrilled regardless."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
