Las Vegas, Tuesday evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel was still mumbling under her breath when she banged through the door of her apartment. Ignoring anyone else that might be around, she headed straight for the kitchen and the pint of Hagen-Daaz that was hidden in the back of the freezer

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[walks_two_paths]

Savannah had been in the living room working on her laptop when she heard Isabel come in. She could hear that she was upset and that was never a good thing.

"What's wrong?"

[izzyalienqueen]

"Nothing's wrong that a two by four to a certain head can't cure."

Fortunately a little digging turned up a second pint (Wyatt had bought a dozen pints when Savannah first turned up on their doorstep. Over the last few weeks they'd worked their way through most of them) which Isabel tossed over to the other girl.

"Grab a spoon. Think of this as the alien version of getting an angry drunk on."

[walks_two_paths]

That's because Wyatt was awesome and knew that having ice cream on hand for the two young women kept them mostly out of trouble.

Savannah caught the pint of ice cream -- triple chocolate mocha or something like that -- and then went to the drawer to get a spoon. She opened the pint and took a bite before she leaned against the counter and raised an eyebrow at Isabel. She didn't say anything, figuring that Isabel would tell her why she was so mad when she was ready to.

[izzyalienqueen]

"Had a visitor at work today," Isabel explained after another bite of her Creme Brulee. "Obviously he's suffered some sort of brain damage in the last few weeks because he had this delusion where I might possibly be willing to listen to him."