sad eyes on happy faces

Isla take your medicine No, there really isn't, and Isla furrows her brow as she considers it, watching one of the patrons cross the bar and out through the doors with one of the House's finest. Thoughtfully sipping at her drink - and those thoughts are already becoming pleasantly hazed thanks to the double shot - she lets out a long sigh and shakes her head. "Nah," she murmurs. "Not for me, anyway. Don't let me stop you having fun, though." After he carries her upstairs, of course. The reminder about her incredibly low tolerance for alcohol has her reaching across to give the Flood a playful push, but it's like trying to shove a damned statue. "Oh my gods, Jata, it was one time," she hisses, finding herself smiling despite anything else that has happened that day. "One night I hope you get sick, so you can never hear the end of it," she says, though of course as a doctor she absolutely doesn't hope that.