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“It’s got to be. No one can tell me differently.” Isabelle shook her head. “God I used to hate that saying though. Twin thing,” Issy groaned shaking her head recalling all the times Aurora and Rose had used the term and she just wanted to punch them both. Hearing her question about her parents…. well their parents really Issy chuckled dryly. “Locked up with the rest of the clave,” Isabelle said humorlessly. “I’ve lost two sisters, they were twins. Aurora died in a car accident about four years ago now, Cassie and I came home. Then Rose and then she was made into a sacrifice by some psychopaths who wanted to create hybrids. Then there was just me and Cassie. Oh, and ya know our parents had something to do with that so there’s that.” Issy said dropping the bomb with no subtlety at all. 

“Sorry,” she scrunched her nose, an attempt to look apologetic. Truth was it was weird to have said it, but she couldn’t think of how else to describe it, or anything that had to do with them, really. “The Clave.” This was actually something she knew, though she’d wanted to hear it from the source herself. Growing up, the Clave had been nothing but fairytale for her, or well, scary stories. “Your parents had to do with your sister’s--” what was it? Turning? It was something altogether different. Suddenly her heart ached for sweet Cassie who had been so nice to her when Ever had been nihilistic. “Why would they do that?”

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This was probably never going to be not confusing for Dash. When the woman who looked like Issy addressed him in an unfamiliar manner he crinkled his nose and realized it wasn’t Isabelle at all but the girl with the same face. It was too much for his mind handle honestly. “Yeah, yeah, I’m Dash… Ever right?” Dash said pointing at her as if he were thinking about it. “ I feel like you might hang me if I ask if you’re Isabelle again,” It was clear now that she was not. "Don’t take this the wrong way but I’m surprised to see you, I figured you would have bolted from town by now, you seemed kind of… cagey last time I saw you.”

“Only on days that end with y,” she managed with a smile. Though she was going through her inner turmoil it was always in her to make a fucking joke about it. “Maybe, I don’t know I’m getting kind of used to it by now but it doesn’t mean I like it. I mean-- we don’t even look alike.” A laugh this time, her fingers plucking the strings idly, no actual song playing. “Yeah well, wouldn’t you be cagey? What would you do if you ran into yourself in random supe town USA, huh? You got your life put together? Cause I am definitely maladjusted in that case.”

Isabelle stair down the bottom of her glass, resisting the urge to ask for another. Getting shit faced right now, while it could lead to a funny story probably wouldn’t end well, even if she was extremely uncomfortable right now. She’d lost two sisters, she’d almost lost a third and now she had another. Issy wanted to know her. She just didn’t expect that it would be this hard but she had to believe this was progress. Looking up surprised when Ever started speaking. “Bailing is kind of my M.O. so I don’t really blame you for that, this is all really fucking weird and I get it, you have your own family and all of that. I mean it’s not every day you show up to strange town, get confused for someone else only to find out oh hey you have a twin and you’re living in some bad telenovela.” Issy said with a shrug of the shoulders. “But Cass and I, all we have is each other. So finding out we had more family who might be like a sort of not insane you know was kind of a win. So I’d like to get to know you too.” 

“I think we might be more alike than we realize.” She told her with a sad smile. “Maybe it’s a twin thing.” Another joke, but she had to admit she’d been surprised to hear the similarities between the two of them. “Cassie is very sweet,” she’d heard the story about her, it had made her heart ache learning of how she’d had her magic ripped from her. “Where are your parents?” It was a question she’d been wanting to ask, though she was sure she’d been told the answer by way of Dash Hastings, she wanted to hear it from the source it self. “From what I hear they’re not uh--” How did she word this? Would Isabelle defend her family? She didn’t know. “I know you lost your other sisters but what about them?”

It was difficult to look anything other than ridiculous in her scrubs, currently a set that had rainbow-clad puppies running and playing on them. She was a veterinarian, those sorts of things should have been expected. Despite the chill in the air, something not exactly helped by the scrubs and her loose, light jacket, Everleigh spent a contented lunch in the park, watching with a ghost of a smile as a robin flew down and rested on her knee. “Hello, friend.” 

She’d closed her guitar case and the few bills that had been tossed in there with a sigh of resignation. This shit sucked. Though she’d agreed to stay in Hollow Grove for the whole family aspect she was sure she was missing out on a hell of a lot of money, and opportunities, too. At least she had enough to buy herself lunch. A small sandwich and soup that she took with her to what she hoped was an isolated area, though she’d gotten used to it by then, she couldn’t bare being mistaken for Isabelle. She tucked her legs under herself on the bench next to the other blonde when she noticed the little bird and she couldn’t help but laugh at the whole thing. “Will she braid your hair in the morning, too?” She asked mischievously, though there was no malice in her tone. 

Maya was horribly singing along to Taylor Swift loud and drunkenly, swaying along to the songs. She didn’t like Taylor Swift that much, but she didn’t care as she sang, danced and nearly fell on her ass. She turned to the person and just raised her glass as she sang again. ‘What’s your favorite Taylor song?” she shouted over the music as she went back to singing horribly again.

“No song,” Ever screamed back, thankful for the foresight of her experience, the earplugs she’d brought were doing the job nicely. Though had it not-- she might have already gone deaf. “She’s boring,” she told her, a little more quietly this time. “You sound like you could go up there and join her though, you should try it.”

Crushing the empty cup which he held in his hand, Stefan threw it aside and pushed through the crowds to get himself yet another drink. He had lost track of how much he had been drinking but he didn’t really care. He had decided to let lose and have fun and he was doing exactly that. The crowd dancing along to the music was all laughter and intoxication, a mix of familiar faces and those he didn’t know – but it did not really matter to him who he was in the company of. He took a sip from the bottle of vodka he had brought back over with him and spoke loudly enough so the person nearby could hear him over the music. “I think all the noise has made me go deaf!”

“What?” It was a joke. A face pulled as she spoke, pretending not to be able to hear him and then stared down her waning drink that she’d oaid an arm and a leg for. She wasn’t sure how she felt about Stefan Reyes, whose full name she’d only learned after stalking her twin sister’s instagram page. Hell, she didn’t know if she had a right to feel any sort of way about him, she’d come into Isabelle’s life long after he had, but well-- there was part of her that felt obliged to feel some type of way. Whichever that was. “Here--” she stood up, fishing out an extra pair of ear plugs from the pocket of her jeans and handing it to him before showing off her own ears. “Never go to a concert without ‘em. And I go to a lot of concerts.”

“Oh my God, what the hell.” Lily squealed as she bumped into someone and they spilled their drink all over her. Well, almost – this was one of those times when her vampire speed came to use and she moved aside super quickly. “That was close.” she chuckled. “Are you okay?”

“God damn it,” all she could do was watch as her drink tipped from her cup and made it all over the grass, eyes closing for just a moment to mourn the liquid. “I’m fine,” she said though her voice showed major disappointment. “I can’t say the same for my nine dollar drink though.” There was a small pout as she said this before realizing she should remember her manners. “Sorry-- are you okay?”

“Gimme a minute, and I’ll really make ya swoon,” he said with a cheesy smile. Tobias watched with fascination as she downed her drink and magically filled it back up again. Man, witches were cool as shit. Even if he did have to chug down his drink when she revealed he missed the mark. After, he tried to stifle a laugh as he ordered them a bowl of cherries. He definitely wanted to run some experiments. “So, wait a minute…you’re still married? What the hell’s the story there?” he asked with a bright smile. “Your husband gonna pop around a corner and try to kick my ass or something?”

“Cars. Drinks. Cherries-- you really know how to woo a girl, huh?” She smiled over the rim of her glass, downing the water she’d just filled it with before she’d drink again, she wasn’t someone born with incredible tolerance but she seemed to have more water coursing through her than others, it was why she didn’t experience hangovers like others did. Her eyebrows raised as she tried to resist a laugh. “Yeah, technically, but no I don’t think so. Human-- musician,” she wagged her finger. “Never date musicians, we’re assholes. Is it your turn?”

Connor leaned on the counter at the register of Society cafe as a customer approached, flashing them a charming smile. “I bet you I could make you the coffee you’re craving right now even if you don’t know what that is yourself.” There were some useful (or useless, depending on the perspective) advantages to his perception after all. He could sense, at least to some extent, what the person was craving at that particular moment. It wasn’t so hard when everyone who walked in was craving usually some sort of caffeinated beverage, after all. “The question is, are you willing to risk it?” 

Half sleepy and fully irritated was the main reason she’d bounded into the place in the first place, head pounding for a previous night full of alcohol, she kept her sunglasses on, even when stepping inside. “Not unless you got a bottle of whiskey down there somewhere,” she muttered her answer, leaning on the counter herself. Jesus-- she could still taste the alcohol on her breath. “Let me guess...telepath?”

She cracked a little smile at the joke attempt, before it fell. “I’m going to use everything I know in the courtroom to sue him and put him in jail.” Maya answered. “Though I want to do it when he’s back to his normal self, though something is telling me to just do it when he’s like this.”

“Come again?” She’s almost convinced she’s misheard her, maybe had more to drink than she actually thought. “You’re gonna-- I’m sorry...I’m just a measly old musician so maybe I don’t know shit about the law but-- on what grounds?”

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“You’re the Supreme,” she pointed out lamely, as if Isabelle didn’t already know. “I’d say it’s a big deal, right?” Still, despite nearly witnessing her twin sister– twin sister, it was still a lot to take in– die, she wasn’t too good at this whole talking about it thing. “You’ve gotten into a lot of trouble.” It wasn’t a question, she’d seen it– she’d seen it so many times and it was all affecting her now. The whole scene had been incredibly serious up until that point, where Ever actually managed a laugh at her words. “Now you’re talking. I’m sure there’s a bottle of tequila with our names on it.”

“Yeaaah,” Issy said slowly. “ Just put it on the list of cosmic jokes around here.” Issy ideally joked as they headed for the bar. “Don’t joke there may actually be a bottle of tequila with the name Isabelle Cresswell on the bottom. It’s a great friend. Come on.” She commented as they headed back into the bar. 

“You got yourself a deal. Any car you want, its yours to take for a spin.” He raised a glass with her, not yet taking a drink as he listened to her choices. They were all possible from what he’d gathered. Although he wouldn’t mind testing out the cherry stem firsthand just to be sure. And if she’d happened to stumble upon a chance to play with Currie, then he wanted to laugh at the coincidence of them both being twins. Life had jokes sometimes. “That’s tough. I could see any one of those bein’ true, but…I’ll say Vegas is the lie. Feel like you and Currie could be kindred spirits if you met, and I’m guessin’ that mouth of yours can work some magic.”

“Be still my beating heart,” She grinned, lopsided and loopy, as if she were a fool in love. “That might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.” Unlike Tobias, Ever finished her drink in five seconds flat, using her magic to fill it with water and drinking it quickly, it was how she managed to drink so much without ending up completely hammered in ten minutes. “Well you’re not wrong about working magic,” she said with a laugh. “I actually don’t know about the cherry stem. Never tried it. And technically, I’m still married.” She shrugged, as if this was no big deal at all.

She grinned when she saw the blonde walk in, as familiar with the woman walking towards her then she was her own family: hell, the Cresswell girls were family. But, this wasn’t the kind of enthusiasm she was used to being greeted with from the older Cresswells, “Uh, you say that like you haven’t been coming here since we could walk.” she replied, but she still stood up and moved to the relevant aisle. “What’s on your mind that needs calming babe?”

Ah shit. She thought she was Isabelle. By that point she was sure she’d be used to it but after coming face to face with her twin sister and the two of them being in the same place at the same time during the Spring Fling, well-- she’d expected too much she supposed. “I haven’t,” she told her, lips pressed together still searching for a way to explain this. “I’m not Isabelle. Long story. And that’s probably what needs calming.” She tried to grin to play it off before she was making that same tired joke again. “You’re tuning in to As the Cauldron Turns.”