#izzyrojas

By some miracle, the day was beginning to wind down. Though the silence death brings may take a while to dwindle, that’s something John has learned the hard way. After spending most of his day making sure Teagan was safe, he had begun to make his rounds. He never thought he’d grow so empathetic for the people of Olympus. When he first arrived, this town was meant to be a place to hide. A resting stop, a disguise. But, over the years, these people have made him grow fond. He liked it here and he especially cared for the people.

You could add Isobella Rojas to this growing list now too. John had a feeling that she might have been friends with the deceased, Sutton, mainly because Izzy seemed like the kind of woman who was friends with everyone. Whether they liked it or not, as well. Once he finally finds her, John approaches her carefully, making sure not to startle her. “No more meetings?” The man asks, attempting to form a subtle smile. It works but only in the slightest. He moves to sit beside her, “I just wanted to see if you were okay. Things are a little dark right now..”

PROMPT: “The moral of the story is go party, have a good time, blow some dudes, and enjoy.”

LOCATION: Teagan’s place

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” The admittance falls right off the tip of her tongue in a laugh, almost like Teagan had been waiting earnestly for the wise-word ─ or more so known statement ─ to enter into their conversation. All of their years together, it’s a motto that defined her early to mid-twenties, living comfortably through the lack-of commitment and random hook-ups as she focused upon her education. Both of the girls are knee-deep into a bottle of Espolon tequila enjoying the rare evening underneath the starry sky in Teagan’s backyard. A random playlist from Spotify plays through the outdoor speakers, almost helping set the mood of the friends evening. The music isn’t too loud though. Her neighbor on her left would’ve complained if it was a notch over her liking, so being respectful has always been in the cards for Teagan, even sending the older woman a bouquet of flowers earlier in the week to keep her on good terms. “I know I should be reading into why you are saying this but honestly this tequila is hitting me,” she admits in airy falsetto. 

After all, the bottle is halfway gone. At this rate, both of them will be able to finish and find themselves passed out on the sofa with Trixie nearby ─ potentially judging the women for stealing her spot. Though right now, it’s clear the dalmatian is enjoying the company of the ladies as she remains close to Teagan. As much as she wanted to go out and dress up to the nines, enjoying the beautiful, yet rare evening without humidity, deserved to be taken advantage of. Plus, it gave her an excuse to not get out of her yoga pants from her hike earlier with Trixie. “Another one?” Head motioning to the tequila bottle before seafoam hues peer down at the assortment of snacks in front of them. She always came prepared regardless of the occasion. “So, you must’ve heard about Blake and Wes, huh?” Then again, who didn’t? Two Instagram announcements must’ve shaken up the town. Though another person close to them settling down, planting roots in the small town, as they drink with no regret. 

Sasha pushed the door open to Mama Kay’s so she would be able to get herself a coffee to start the morning with. Apparently multiple people had thought doing so, when she walked in it was quite busy and all the tables were taken. She wasn’t planning on getting out on the streets yet so her eyes searched the tables until she found a fairly familiar face sitting at one of the tables. She moved over to the woman seated at the table. “I’m sorry to interrupt, I see a few untaken chairs here? Is it okay if I sit down? I think I saw you at the gender reveal party from Blake and Wes.” The same party she shouldn’t have been at, that was one thing Sasha had learned quite quickly.

Upon entering the Dive, Blake welcomed the sight of Izzy.  There were few people whose company that Blake would’ve enjoyed, but Izzy truly was one of them.  Blake had always been rough around the edges and had the tendency to scare people off, but Izzy had prevailed and managed to get closer to Blake than she usually allowed.

Blake walked over to Izzy with a grin on her face and signalled for the bartender to get her usual.  “Fancy seein’ you here, gorgeous.”  She teased as she pulled the bar stool out and perched in the seat next to Izzy.  “How was your New Year’s?  Did someone lucky scoop you up or what?  You disappeared.  I thought we finally would’ve gotten to go home together.”