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“I think you do it rather than speak it,” Sophie mused. “I know some ASL, but only very basic,” she explained, “it’s entirely different, far more based on individual hands whereas BSL is two.” Sophie often wished that there was a generic sign language but it was created out of necessity, which meant that even if different areas of the same country you had conflicting opinions. 

Sophie continued to dance, getting lost in the music whilst at the same time focused entirely on Izzy. Sophie loved nights like these, meeting someone new, drinking and dancing and talking about anything and everything. 

“True.” Izzy laughed. “At least eye language is universal.” She spoke, pulling Sophie closer as they danced. She looped an arm around the other girls waist bringing their bodies almost flush together.

She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the presence of the gorgeous girl she had met tonight, but she was getting lost in the pulsing beat of the music, dancing like they were the only two in the room. The work friends she had arrived with were long forgotten, as were any inhibitions she may have had before.

“You drink this water and then go home and sleep,” Emilia stated plainly, though a smile then crept onto her face. Emilia was glad when Isabella decided to drink the water, she hoped it would make some difference at least. “Hey, we all learn our lessons, sometimes that’s the hard way,” she chastised lightly. Emilia couldn’t blame the girl, she’d definitely ignored medical advice before, even her own. 

“The brain is a very weird thing,” Emilia mused. “Plus you were probably in shock for a little while there,” she added. “We should probably go somewhere with less flashing lights and loud noises,” she explained, now feeling like she couldn’t just leave Izzy on her own, a concussion and a hangover were not going to be a pretty mix.

Izzy pouted and continued sipping the water like a toddler in trouble. “I don’t want to go home and go to sleep. But I think that’s probably the best idea.” She placed the glass back on the bar and pushed it away when the liquid in her stomach was starting to make her feel a little sick. “Yeah, I’m more of a shake it off and carry on kinda girl. Not always a good thing.”

Suddenly she was very aware of the atmosphere in the bar. The flashing lights combined with the constant chatter, clinking of glasses and flashing lights were not doing her any favours. “Where?” She asked the blonde, ultimately surrendering herself to her care.

With a shrug, Rosa shook her head. Usually, she kept to herself, as her own company was enough for her, but she didn’t have the heart to ignore a damsel who was clearly in distress. “Shit. That fucking sucks. If you don’t mind me asking, what on earth do you do for work? Are you a boxer or something?” She inquired, furrowing her brows a little, trying to think of any other job that involved getting beaten and bruised. She had no clue.

Izzy chuckled at the redhead’s guess. “No, I’m a police officer. Sometimes the bad guys get away.” She scrunched her nose, knowing just how close they were to catching the drug dealer. But he had slipped through her hands. There would be another chance, but it still felt pretty shit.