Lavigne and Izabelle
"So we have ourselves a lightweight hey?" Izabelle chirped amused. "Hey, Lavigne can you get me a drink please?" she asked fighting the desire to spit at the fool of an angel. She didn't because she was better then that but the idea of sucking his life away amused her but no way was she going near...that again.
Lavigne smiled smufly and went to order Izabelle her typical gin and tonic blonde hair bobbing as she muttered to herself about angels and foolishness.
Izabelle watched Dante's unconcious body with clear amusment and kicking him slightly as she turned to retake her seat muttered something harsh and unpleasent under her breath. When Lavigne came back with the drinks the clipped their glassses together and announced it to be their last night and then Izabelle and Lavigne would split up and go do their jobs. For Izabelle that'd be flirting a man to death and Lavigne simple cold-blooded murder. Both girls posessed strange smiles as they took a deep mouthful of gin.
The gin warmed Izabelle's throat calming her nerves and that's when she became a little bit of a tipsy drunk laughing at simple things. Lavigne wasn't really drunk yet but she found amusement in her friend's laughter even if it was mild and shy. The laughter seemed to be a little contagious because after a few minutes Lavigne herself released a light soft laugh.
"So we have ourselves a lightweight hey?" Izabelle chirped amused. "Hey, Lavigne can you get me a drink please?" she asked fighting the desire to spit at the fool of an angel. She didn't because she was better then that but the idea of sucking his life away amused her but no way was she going near...that again.
Lavigne smiled smufly and went to order Izabelle her typical gin and tonic blonde hair bobbing as she muttered to herself about angels and foolishness.
Izabelle watched Dante's unconcious body with clear amusment and kicking him slightly as she turned to retake her seat muttered something harsh and unpleasent under her breath. When Lavigne came back with the drinks the clipped their glassses together and announced it to be their last night and then Izabelle and Lavigne would split up and go do their jobs. For Izabelle that'd be flirting a man to death and Lavigne simple cold-blooded murder. Both girls posessed strange smiles as they took a deep mouthful of gin.
The gin warmed Izabelle's throat calming her nerves and that's when she became a little bit of a tipsy drunk laughing at simple things. Lavigne wasn't really drunk yet but she found amusement in her friend's laughter even if it was mild and shy. The laughter seemed to be a little contagious because after a few minutes Lavigne herself released a light soft laugh.