@lyriumphantom
   Isabela wasn't too keen on this city at all, but if there was one thing she was keen on, it was the bar. The only good part was that the drinks were a reasonable price and didn't taste like piss and shit merged together. Downing another glass of the finest whiskey they had on offer, the rogue began to scan around her. Ah, it felt like home. The drunkards trying to not only fight in one corner, but also trying to get in some other girl's pants. Said girl obviously isn't taking shit from anyone today. Good on her, she supposed.
Waving her hand as though to order another drink, Isabela had noticed she'd been drinking a lot less than she thought. She hadn't nearly had her fill, and she was nowhere near even pissed enough to start seeing double. It was early, yet people were being thrown out already.
Lightweights.
Just as the door was slung open to get rid of another loudmouth drunkard, a familar face made it's way into the bar. Fenris! A face she felt blessed to see. She wondered how long he'd been around the Hive for, after all, she herself had been there not short of a month and a half at this point, perhaps even longer. No, perhaps she was a little tipsy, she was beginning to forget what the date was. Not that her timezones compared anything to this mish-mash of a city.
As the elf drew a little closer, Isabela ordered another two drinks, one for herself, and another for Fenris, even without his express permission. Calling him over, one would think she was being too loud. But this was a bar. Everyone was being loud.
   "Feeeeenris! Over here!" She yelled out, drawing attention to the white-haired elf. "I've got you a drink on order! Did you know I taught a man how to go down on a woman today. Did you also know that people aren't actually aware that people do that. I honestly feel sorry for their girlfriends, if they have any." It was almost as though these two hadn't been separated.
