#p:izzy

Who: @izzyfreynolds​

When: A week after the fire

Jack had needed a day off. He had been so stuck, surrounded by the anguish of his family, and just the general stares he got around town. The ‘oh that’s him, their house burned down on the twin’s birthday and now the one brother is still in the hospital, sad isn’t it?’. He was still working, but he had been relegated to desk duty, because his boss was trying to be helpful and not make him go into the field again after having worked on two family members in the past little while, and thought it would help. But going out and working helped to keep his mind off of things, of everything going on, so instead all the thoughts were just kept locked away. The nightmares were also there, and now instead of one, there were multiple stories that played out, which meant that Jack was up and running more. But tonight, his friends had asked to see if he wanted to go out, and Jack had agreed, but on one condition. It had to be out of town. 

His friends agreed, and they ubered to a club in the city. Jack could feel himself relaxing as they entered the city, because he knew that not everyone here from Asteria, or would know what happened or who he was. Entering the club, Jack was met with a darkened room and loud music that made it difficult to hear who was talking to you. Going to the bar, Jack and his friends each bought a round of shots and drinks. He was looking forward to cutting loose tonight, and if it meant that he didn’t remember all of it, that was ok. 

Feat: @quccnizzy

Quien díria que la habían mandado aquella pocilga llamada Nueva Orleans para alejarla de la mafia de su cuidad de origen, y justo en aquella cuidad se encontraban los lideres. El que Isabelle se encontrara en aquel lugar era el único consuelo de la loba. —Los mejores macarons, la mejor champagne y un vestido recién salido de una de las boutiques mas exclusivas de nuestro hogar— expresó con una sonrisa en el rostro a la par que dejaba los regalos en una de las mesas que se encontraban cercanas a su mentora. —Solo un poco de los mejores regalos de Nueva York con amor— si acaso su familia pensaba que se iría sin antes gastar una buena suma de dinero estaban muy equivocados 

@izzy-grey

neverwholelahey

Erick ran his hand through his hair in some desperate attempt to rid of the mindless amount of product his style put in it this morning. He always felt like he was trapped in a monkey suit whenever he had to dress up and go out for what his father kept reminding him " The greater good for the family". Which Erick always thought was a load of shit. Dressing up and acting like he had no interests at all for girls who were too blonde to even think of anything other than shopping felt him dumbfounded. 

Mason took a seat in the waiting terminal, set his bag between his feet, and rubbed his eyes with a yawn. It needed to be a sin to be up this early, he thought bitterly, but if he wanted to get home before the day's end, this was the only flight that would take him and Izzy there with no stops. Airports confused the hell out of Mason and it didn't help that his ADD added onto it. The last time he tried to fly, he had to board another plane but he was so perplexed over the boarding list that he ended up staring at it for an hour, trying to figure it out. He nearly missed his flight and his father made sure to book them accordingly from that point on.