seveninchmotto: ([pos] Little smirk.)
Isabelle Lightwood ([personal profile] seveninchmotto) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2018-07-27 05:27 pm
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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.

[ooc: Open post/place!]
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seveninchmotto: ([pos] I rule supreme.)

[personal profile] seveninchmotto 2018-08-10 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, you heard the man," Isabelle told the barista, even though no, he probably hadn't been listening. "Make it snappy, and there's a big tip in it for you."

This was clearly important.
doesnotkneel: (pb: moody)

[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2018-08-11 10:59 am (UTC)(link)
"I find that sort of thing works better with flattery, or implied thread," Edward said, amused.
seveninchmotto: ([pos] Tee hee.)

[personal profile] seveninchmotto 2018-08-11 11:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Edward, my presence here counts for the flattery." It did not, but she was leaning a little heavily on old quirks. She tilted her head. "Do you think it would help if I made mention of how many weapons I have on me right now?"

She didn't look like she was hiding any weapons... but Isabelle Lightwood never left home unarmed, ever.
doesnotkneel: (edward: smirky hiddin)

[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2018-08-11 11:41 am (UTC)(link)
"I had considered sharing the story of how I cut off our cook's nose," Edward volunteered casually. "What do you suppose will work best?"
seveninchmotto: ([pos] Subtle.)

[personal profile] seveninchmotto 2018-08-14 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Honestly, the barista was trying to speed up their orders just to get them to leave.

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?"
doesnotkneel: (edward: where's the rum gone)

[personal profile] doesnotkneel 2018-08-15 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"All right, so there I was," Edward started.

The barista slapped Isabelle's order down on the counter.

"... and here we are."
seveninchmotto: ([pos] Tee hee.)

[personal profile] seveninchmotto 2018-08-17 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Isabelle snickered, delighted.

"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.
Edited 2018-08-17 14:02 (UTC)
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