Lavigne and Izabelle
"I'm sorry?" Lavigne asked with a blunty icy voice. Then the chair came and Lavigne jumped up and let it crash into the bar behind where she had been previously sitting but her dear friend was a little too drunk to move quick enough and it split a small red line into her shoulder.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" She screeched. She was already on edge from fighting some cocky b_____ of a highway man and was not in the mood for this, drunk or sober. The Lusse girl's hand jumped to her side where her whip was coiled around her belt loop but Lavigne stopped her by wrapping he ice cold fingers around her wrist.
"He's not worth it sister." Izabelle's eyes appeared to be changing colour slightly but she calmed slighty at her good friend's words. Izabelle and Lavigne have no biological relation just a simple complicated bond of friendship which had made them share a bond stronger then sister's. They cared for eachother and felt eachother's pain (not literally by the way) and Lavigne could feel Izabelle's anger but she knew better then to let her go ahead because the Lusse would have the bar burning to ash. "He's not even worth arguing with..." Admittedly Lavigne would loveto fight this guy alongside Izabelle but she didn't want her only source of socialization burnt to ash either so she sucked in a deep breath and glared.
"Look sir, My friend as you may have guessed has had a really roughd ay so if your sober enough to understand me. I'd scram now before she bloody gives you a little taste of hell." She warned carefully. Lavigne had seen Izabelle angry and drunk before and even angry-drunk and she had learnt the hard way to back down and fear a drunken Izabelle on rage and didn't seem fair to let this guy take all the heat of Izabelle's day for one mistake- then again he did just brake the laws of neturalization by attacking her.
"I'm sorry?" Lavigne asked with a blunty icy voice. Then the chair came and Lavigne jumped up and let it crash into the bar behind where she had been previously sitting but her dear friend was a little too drunk to move quick enough and it split a small red line into her shoulder.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" She screeched. She was already on edge from fighting some cocky b_____ of a highway man and was not in the mood for this, drunk or sober. The Lusse girl's hand jumped to her side where her whip was coiled around her belt loop but Lavigne stopped her by wrapping he ice cold fingers around her wrist.
"He's not worth it sister." Izabelle's eyes appeared to be changing colour slightly but she calmed slighty at her good friend's words. Izabelle and Lavigne have no biological relation just a simple complicated bond of friendship which had made them share a bond stronger then sister's. They cared for eachother and felt eachother's pain (not literally by the way) and Lavigne could feel Izabelle's anger but she knew better then to let her go ahead because the Lusse would have the bar burning to ash. "He's not even worth arguing with..." Admittedly Lavigne would loveto fight this guy alongside Izabelle but she didn't want her only source of socialization burnt to ash either so she sucked in a deep breath and glared.
"Look sir, My friend as you may have guessed has had a really roughd ay so if your sober enough to understand me. I'd scram now before she bloody gives you a little taste of hell." She warned carefully. Lavigne had seen Izabelle angry and drunk before and even angry-drunk and she had learnt the hard way to back down and fear a drunken Izabelle on rage and didn't seem fair to let this guy take all the heat of Izabelle's day for one mistake- then again he did just brake the laws of neturalization by attacking her.