Well, damn. She kept doing the wrong thing over and over tonight. As Isobel slowed, clearly overtaken by melancholy, Joanie stopped to watch her. She didn't really know what to do or say as she leaned against the wall, then slid down to sit with her head in her hands.
Sighing, Joanie walked over to Isobel, looking down at her for a moment before sitting beside her. It was awkward, sitting in a dress that was fairly tight, but she managed by sitting on her knees. "I, uh..." She paused. "I didn't mean to bring up anything bad." God. Was she sorry? She didn't know. Sorry was such a lame word. What did it mean, anyway? People overused it until it didn't mean anything. "If you'd like to stay out...there's a place we can go that's not Bellum." She had her keys to Hot Wire in her clutch, and she knew that Old Sol wouldn't mind if she snuck somebody in for an hour or so.