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The Perk, Friday Afternoon
It continued to be far too hot in New York. And Flick had made some pretty persuasive points about Isabelle not spending all her time in her office, so, here she was. Not in her office. And not even in New York.
She'd chosen Fandom because while Alicante would've been nice, Fandom had air conditioning, iced lattes, and wifi. And those were all things Isabelle thought she rightfully deserved after the last while. Also, browsing clothing store sites on her phone definitely counted as work. There was an official Institute function coming up! She needed something befitting of an acting leader.
So she was seated by the window, enjoying the chance to see some sunlight and not feel smothered by it.
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She'd chosen Fandom because while Alicante would've been nice, Fandom had air conditioning, iced lattes, and wifi. And those were all things Isabelle thought she rightfully deserved after the last while. Also, browsing clothing store sites on her phone definitely counted as work. There was an official Institute function coming up! She needed something befitting of an acting leader.
So she was seated by the window, enjoying the chance to see some sunlight and not feel smothered by it.
[ooc: Open post/place!]
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He nodded politely to the woman at the window seat and made his way to the barista.
"Hey, what have you got that's got enough caffeine to kick a mule into space but doesn't taste like the southbound end of that same mule?"
The barista considered a moment, "Caramel mocha with a double shot of espresso? Lots of whip?"
"Perfect. Do me one of those, please? Thank you." He paid with cash and was sure to tip while he waited at the other end of the counter for his drink.
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"That's some drink you ordered just now," she noted, amused. "Were you entirely deprived of sleep, or are you looking to never have it again?"
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He sipped his foam and gave it a glance of approval. "I almost think I'd rather stay up tinkering with a project tonight. We watched a complete mindtrip of a movie last night and man, did that do a job on me."
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Apart from Peter Pan, but there had been Reasons for that.
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"'Less coherent than Fandom' is really saying something, you know."
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The grim-faced pirate behind him was already holding on to a full crate. He said nothing.
"All we need 's a another crate of coffee for the poor addicts back on the Jackdaw," Edward said, "You'll be a hero to all."
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And even so, her gaze snapped up from whatever dress or another she'd been looking at on her phone until this moment. "Edward?"
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Grim eyed him, confused. "Cap'n Kenway?"
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"Did he just call you Captain Kenway?"
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"Well hello, captain."
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All past sins forgotten; Edward hugged her back, to Grim's mild confusion. "Hello, Isabelle," he said. "It has been quite a while, hasn't it?"
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'Ring on her finger, whole new responsibilities on her shoulders' kind of a long time, even if the latter were still very new - not to mention temporary. But still.
The tightness of her embrace might've been an indication that she remembered some past sins and was glad they were behind them now.
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Grim watched the whole thing curiously, but said nothing. Edward, for his part, eventually pulled back. "Just visiting, I wager," he said, "I haven't seen you since I was marooned here several months ago."
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Beat.
"Grim, you can set that down."
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She was already trying to usher Edward towards the counter. She was going to need another iced latte for this.
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She hadn't grown any less horrible in that regard.
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This was clearly important.
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She didn't look like she was hiding any weapons... but Isabelle Lightwood never left home unarmed, ever.
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Isabelle tapped the side of her chin with a fingertip, in a gesture of musing. "Well, I usually like to go with as much force as I can, so, everything?"
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The barista slapped Isabelle's order down on the counter.
"... and here we are."
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"Well?" she asked, sliding her money over to the barista before picking up her drink. "Was there something you were supposed to order? Because I'm sure I can muster up more intimidation."
In some ways, she'd always been closer kin to Jace than to Alec.