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Isabelle watched the girl from across the room, with curiosity. When she had met her, her eyes seemed kinda lost and sad. But now, her blue eyes gazing at the girl, Jaz looked full of life and happy for once. Isabelle made her way over to the girl, stumbling slightly before regaining her balance. Too many drinks could do that to you. “Y’know you seem happier.” She giggled once she reached the girl. “Oh! Your necklace is flipped around.” She smiled softly, her petite fingers grazing over the girls collarbone and gently flipping the necklace around. “There.” She looked into the girls eyes. “You’re all good.”
To say that Jasmin had a few drinks under her belt would be to put it lightly. She needed something-- anything to distract her from her ex-girlfriend. If nothing else the alcohol served to take her mind off things. And in some ways, she felt genuinely content. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't stop the laugh from surfacing. “You alright there,” she asked in amusement and actual concern. She didn't want to be at fault for Isabelle hurting herself. “I am happier. Thank Tequila gods!” Her voice was louder than normally, but she hadn't noticed. Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was something else-- a blush painted her cheeks at the contact. Oh, boy she was definitely drunk. “Thanks,” she shyly muttered. Shaking her head, she tried to ignore the tingling. “We should dance!” Again with the loudness.
