I don't know about this. Ingrid wanted to make the travel arrangements and I was in a hurry to get to Veronica at the club so I agreed to letting her handling it. Of course, stupidly, I assumed she'd include hotel accommodations when making the arrangements to visit Belle and Indie in Sunnydale, California. Because, seriously, that is what normal
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*grabs a bottle of liquor, takes a long sip before passing it to Nick*
You're a hyporcrit. Don't date a demon, but you're dating one. A list of rules that Indie is following?
*snorts*
Indie's doing what Indie wants when she wants to do it and if you think she's following any rule that she deems stupid? Well, I got a bridge in New York I can sell you.
This is bullshit. Straight up bullshit.
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Amen and hallelujah, brother.
*looks at Izzy*
I love ya, Iz, but you are a hypocrite. Between Penn and your vampire husband, Evan? Yup, hypocrite with a capital H. Still love ya, though.
*looks at Ingrid*
And quit hogging the vodka.
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You got married Izzy?!?!? And you didn't tell us and what are you doing dating someone if you're married?
*grabs bottle from India and takes a swig*
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You gave me the vodka you Indian giver. Hee, India the Indian giver.
*catches the conversation as she accepts a bottle of rum from Eric who is staring at Iz with his mouth open*
Wait. Isbella got married to a vampire? Do vampires get married? Not a daytime wedding right?
Was anyone invited to Izzy's wedding?
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You married a vampire, without telling anyone, and now you're dating a demon?
You're not just a hypocrit Isabella, you're obviously insane! We have a death wish? You have a vampire for a husband which means we have a vampire for a brother-in-law and what the fuck?
*takes the bottle back from Ingrid, takes a long swig*
*hands it back to Ingrid*
You're more fun when you're drunk, so keep drinking.
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*scowls at her*
I am NOT married nor did I at any time marry a vampire. There was not wedding. It was just a simple misunderstanding.
*takes the bottle of booze*
Yeah, in a way I'm a hypocrit. But circumstances have made me a little better equipped to figure out who I should or shouldn't hang around.
*looks pointedly at Eric*
Yeah your a whopping 23 years old, Eric. But that doesn't mean jack shit here. You still just a babe in the woods in this town, cannon fodder. *voice quiet* You'll end up dead.
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*shakes his head*
No way. Not happening. I'm going to check out the work situation in this town tomorrow. I'm moving here.
So, you and your friends have a choice. Teach me what I need to know or stay pissy that I refuse to leave you both here. I love you guys and I'm not going to be notified by phone that something happened to one of you.
*shrugs*
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Eric, you don't realize how serious this is. Iz isn't being a drama queen, this town will literally kill you and not in a nice way.
*pulls up the sleeve of her shirt and holds out her arm so he can see the faint scars on it*
See this? I got this from flaming arrows that were shot through Eva's window by demons. I mean dude, we had an APOCALYPSE here!
Iz may be a hypocrite, but I guess I'm one, too. I don't want you to end up dead because of this freaky little town, but I won't move. Not as long as Izzy wants to stay here. She loves Penn, and I love her, so I'm not leaving but it doesn't mean you have to live with this crap, too.
*takes the bottle back from Nick and drinks*
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*crosses arm*
And wait. Apocalypse?
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*asks softly*
You're leaving me to move here?
*looks at Irene*
Are you leaving me too, Irene?
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Um, no, of course not, Ingrid. No one's leaving you. Nick and Eric, they're just...you're not really moving, are you?
*looks over at them for help before turning back to Ingrid*
Or maybe you and I could move here with them, Ingrid?
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You wouldn't let us move here without you, Ingrid. C'mon, we're all out of school and there isn't anything keeping us tied to Worchester.
You've said yourself that you miss everyone being together after Iz and Indie moved out, so here is the chance to rectify that. Cause, I can't go back and leave them here. No matter what they say, or what kind of scars Indie shows me, because all I'll do is worry myself sick wondering if they are facing another...apocalypse or whatever.
Fresh start. Safety in numbers. United we stand, divided we fall, and all that other stuff that seems to fit the moment.
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