Isabelle ♦ 014 ♦ Happy Birthday, Izzy~
Who Isabelle Lightwood and somarium
Where Desmond's club, L'Horizon
Style whatever turns your collective crank.
Status so incredibly open.
[when Jace (and Clary, really, because the two were attached at the hip now) told Izzy that he was taking her out that night, she hadn't really expected much. Admittedly, she hadn't really wanted to throw another giant ( Read more... )
Where Desmond's club, L'Horizon
Style whatever turns your collective crank.
Status so incredibly open.
[when Jace (and Clary, really, because the two were attached at the hip now) told Izzy that he was taking her out that night, she hadn't really expected much. Admittedly, she hadn't really wanted to throw another giant ( Read more... )
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[Ken sure hopes someone in here ordered flowers. He'd been assured they did or he wouldn't have been here at all. (Damn, he wasn't sure they'd even have let him in if he hadn't told the door guys he was there on business: he wasn't exactly dressed right for this, after all.) It's an odd request, but someone wants flowers delivered to a nightclub after dark? Well... why not? Customer is always right, that kind of thing. Just ask for extra to cover the antisocial hours and get to it.
[Of course, there's just one problem. How the Hell do you know who you're supposed to be delivering them to? An Isabelle, right... too bad he wasn't really sure which one Isabelle was, apart from one of the girls. He'd been paid in advance, he couldn't just leave. Maybe he should just put them down somewhere and trust someone would find them? It's a possibility. Okay, next question: where to put them down?
[So here's Ken, in an apron, half-hiding behind a bouquet and wondering what to do now.]
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[Well, lucky for Ken, Isabelle was the one constantly surrounded by people, beaming and grinning and generally looking like she was enjoying herself.
[She catches a glimpse of Ken looking really rather confused, and watches him for a long moment before excusing herself from the conversation at hand and approaching him, her heels silent on the floor.]
Hey there. Looking for someone?
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[Yes. Does it show? Apart from generally being a confused-looking boy in an apron in the middle of a club, that is...
[Ken starts slightly when the girl - and she very definitely is dressed for this - starts speaking, glancing about himself for a couple of seconds in an attempt to work out who she could be talking to. Looks like it's him. Oh. Okay then. He gives himself a moment or two to pull himself together before giving the girl a wide shopkeeper's smile. Here on business, Ken. Try and act like it, okay?]
Oh, um... yeah. Yeah, actually. Isabelle... someone. I've got the full name somewhere but have you heard of her? I've gotta give her these.
[Bouquet. Check it. Totally legit.]
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Who're they from?
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[Hang on a minute. There's a card on these things somewhere, right?
[Ken stuffs the order slip back into his pocket, turning the bouquet in his hands in search for - there. Whose idea had it been to stuff it in the middle so he couldn't find the damn thing? It had probably been his, hadn't it?]
Well, there's a card?
[Just gonna be handing that over now. Should probably just have given her the damn flowers, now I think on it...]
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[A quick scan of the card, and a small giggle before she flutters the card to suggest that she means the person who sent them.] Remind me to call him later and thank him, okay?
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