Storms Brewing || RP with isabelowens
[Follows THIS by agentcampbell]
Ali hit the number for Izzy's floor simultaneously to hitting 'send' on her cell phone to dispatch text message #21 of 'CALL ME' to James. The elevator doors swung closed behind her and she tapped her foot impatiently as she rode upwards to her friend's place. All she had from James was he and Izzy had a huge fight and now he'd called the birthday party off. Ali knew it must've been a massive fight for James to have called off the birthday party. He'd gone to extensive lengths to try and plan it and keep it a secret, even to the point of only telling the guests at the last minute so no one would let the secret slip. The caterers he'd booked were some of the best in the Upper East Side and he'd told everyone to not bother turning up if they didn't have an appropriate gift. He'd planned it to perfection, then pulled the plug in minutes.
This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all.
But try as Ali might, she couldn't think for the life of her what could possibly have occured between the best friends that caused such a terrible argument. She thought the whole Vegas thing had been sorted with an annulment, so it couldn't be that. But if not that, what?
She stepped out of the elevator and ran up the hall to knocked repeatedly on Izzy's door. She also needed to pee again, so she hoped Izzy would at least answer.
Ali hit the number for Izzy's floor simultaneously to hitting 'send' on her cell phone to dispatch text message #21 of 'CALL ME' to James. The elevator doors swung closed behind her and she tapped her foot impatiently as she rode upwards to her friend's place. All she had from James was he and Izzy had a huge fight and now he'd called the birthday party off. Ali knew it must've been a massive fight for James to have called off the birthday party. He'd gone to extensive lengths to try and plan it and keep it a secret, even to the point of only telling the guests at the last minute so no one would let the secret slip. The caterers he'd booked were some of the best in the Upper East Side and he'd told everyone to not bother turning up if they didn't have an appropriate gift. He'd planned it to perfection, then pulled the plug in minutes.
This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all.
But try as Ali might, she couldn't think for the life of her what could possibly have occured between the best friends that caused such a terrible argument. She thought the whole Vegas thing had been sorted with an annulment, so it couldn't be that. But if not that, what?
She stepped out of the elevator and ran up the hall to knocked repeatedly on Izzy's door. She also needed to pee again, so she hoped Izzy would at least answer.