#finn005

The fact that Izzy has found herself at the Dive yet again, comes as a surprise to no one. She’s consistently there and consistently, she’ll deny that she has a drinking problem. Don’t even ask. Stop fucking saying such a thing. And yet, here she is again, dancing to the music in the Dive, even though there’s clearly women on the stage that people were supposed to be watching. However, never one to be undermined, Izzy enjoys putting on a show for everyone. And Hell, she isn’t even drunk. People were just supposed to expect it at this point. That is, until the stripper is clearly not too happy with her presence— and clearly is barking up the wrong tree. While the woman may be new, Izzy was not, so when she tries to say anything, eyes flicker to Finn who’s hanging around or on-duty, who the fuck knows. “Get this bitch outta my face before you have to drag my ass out,” Izzy commands Finn, pointing at the other woman. Another instance where Izzy has— yet again— caused a scene. Truly, maybe she should be the one taken outside. “Finn,” she says again, eyes connecting with his.

Location: Food buffet; Bradford Springs Convention Center

This food’s so fucking good. The thought floats idly, lingering while nothing else surfaces to immediately take its place. Angel stands holding a plate of food with firm yet gentle care, blinking slowly and looking at nothing in particular while she eats. Off in her own little world, she’s as content as any stoned person would be at a buffet with the munchies. She’s fucking delighted. Tomorrow’s really a whole new year. That’s so fucking cool. Angel sniffles and looks down at her food, taking another lazy bite. Glancing up, her eyes lock onto Finn, her head turning as she watches him storms by. It takes a second, maybe two, before her brain processes what she’s seeing. “Whoa, wait. Hey! Finn!” Angel calls after her brother, deciding to follow after him, moving much faster than she should at the moment. Somehow, it’s still not nearly fast enough. Goddamn, this son of a bitch is on the move. “Finn!” She yells his name again, grateful when she’s finally able to catch up with him. “You good?” Angel asks, sneaking in a breath. “You look like you could whoop somebody’s ass right about now,” She chuckles a little, amused.