#blake003

Isobella had one of the shittiest vehicles in all of Olympus and it was simply a fact. It was unreliable at best and considering it was over thirteen years old at this point, it was only a matter of time till this shit happened. But she ended up in the shop, again, after wanting to go to New Orleans to advertise her new business ventures in the big city. However, her short five minute drive to work turned into a twenty minute adventure considering her SUV decided that it was unwilling to surpass ten miles an hour, so she opted to drop off her car on the way. Izzy sighed sitting in the waiting room for her car. Since the beginning of the awkward encounters with Jeremiah, rather than the easy and effortless friendship, she hadn’t necessarily been avoiding the man who normally took care of her car’s needs—but today was one of the few days he was apparently out, per the front desk woman. So, she asked who else was in and Blake was another obvious choice for her, perking up almost immediately at the name. 

The front desk woman said she would call for Blake to come up so Izzy could explain the happenings to her so Izzy sat and sighed loudly. She pulled out her phone, catching the time before opening Instagram to wait, thankfully, she didn’t actually have an appointment for another hour and a half so she had time to call a Lyft or Ryder to come and drop her by the salon after she talked to Blake. Plus, Isobella wouldn’t be too pissed to hear about Blake and Damian’s date, along with how her friend is. As soon as she hears the door open and sees Blake, Iz stood up, sliding her phone in her purse and smiling at her friend. “Oh, thank God. – Blake, you’re not gonna believe how shitty my car is today,” she says, as if her car wasn’t universally shitty. “It won’t go over like ten fucking miles an hour and I think I could probably walk my ass to work faster than that shit. And I’m short as Hell.”

Rowan’s heels click against the tile floor and despite the bidding having not even started yet, her calves are protesting the shoe and she can’t help but wonder why she always fucking does this to herself. She knows she hates heels, she’s going to surely ditch them at the first opportunity she gets and yet... every formal event Rowan finds herself at, she steps into another uncomfortable pair of shoes. She makes a mental note to go home and burn them all and replace them with something flat while taking a sip from the wine glass that dangles loosely from her fingers. Right now, she’s kind of bored. The event in general is sure to be fun -- it’s an open bar and most of her friends are here and it’s for a good cause. And she’s pretty sure Andy’s only going to get more wound up as the night goes on which is always a plus in her books. The bidding is bound to start soon and Rowan wanders aimlessly around the back area where they’re all hanging out. It’s not long until her eyes fall on Blake, letting out a dramatic whistle at the sight of her best friend. “Look at you,” she grins, taking a few steps to meet her. “Some poor bastard’s gonna spend their whole paycheck on you.” Then she pauses, brows furrowing momentarily before one raises upward. “Is that my dress?”

Maddox had been taking on more projects in the shop to try and keep his mind off of the things that he’d been so desperate to hold onto at one point. As he continued to work and work rather than drink or sit at Sutton’s being a co-lump on her couch with Goose, he tried to remind himself over and over that this was for the best. Allana had cheated on him, had broken his heart, had lied repeatedly-- this was for the best. He could move on and regain the happiness that had been stripped from him by this whole fucking town. A town he wouldn’t and couldn’t ever leave. Not with all the good that he knew it still had in it. But did that really outweigh the bad? 

Hearing movement from around him and realizing he’d put down his tools to crumble into his hands, Maddox popped up, seeking out who was there. When Maddox finally saw Blake, he let out a sigh of relief, knowing that he wasn’t about to be in deep shit for taking overtime and then just fucking sitting there. The Primordial gave her a weak smile. “Long time, no see,” he began, wiping his hands on his pants before standing up to great her in a hug. “You come to see if the rumors were true?” he chuckled, only half meaning it.