isabelle sargent (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _sparrow) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} gooseberry, |
Off bar-tending duty (finally) and after a few dances that went rather well, in her opinion, Isabelle was ready for some fresh air. Sliding out onto the balcony similarly shiny (far more by glitter than sweat in her case), she finds herself leaning on the balcony near another person. A girl - who's mask she recognizes.
"Laurel! That's your mask, right?" She asks, turning to look at her friend. "Is everything okay?"