Having arrived fashionably late to his own birthday party / 4th July celebrations at Sal's as one so often does, Robbie's mission was now twofold; pretend to be unbothered by the existence of Isabel Valentine for the rest of the day, and avoid Joey Salvatore at all costs, forever. Easy as pie. Speaking of, "I'm starving," he announced before practically lunging at the party food, adding a third layer to his mission involving fistfuls of beige food. "God bless America. God bless Sal."
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For the longest time, Lexi had been trying to find her way down to the Underground, but it had been proving... difficult. Taking someone off the board and replacing them was not an easy task; she had to study them, perfect her imitation, then make the swap quick enough that no one noticed they were missing. She had tried to practice with more than a few targets–always other shifters, like Jamie, Quinn, even Robbie himself, so as not to raise any alarms from being the wrong species–but they were all too known, and too well protected. It was an absolute moment of luck when Mabel Wilson managed to find her way home. If anyone thought something was off, she could blame it on the dome taking her memories or from being away at college for so long.
Executing a perfect double door entrance, Mabel walked purposefully into Sal's Diner and didn't stop until she was standing–looming?–behind Robbie. Crouching to lean on his chair, she spoke with a tone she had spent weeks refining. "The audacity of you to keep throwing these parties without me..."
