Laurel & Isabelle
Laurel is already starting to feel a little better. She grins at Issy, lifting her hair up off her neck again to feel the cold again. It seems to settle her nerves.
"Oh my god, you were bartending?" She giggles a little at the thought. "Were you there when everyone was eating all those cupcakes? That was -- like, awful and great. Mostly awful?" Laurel had managed to eat six, even though she hadn't entirely meant to enter the contest.
"Um, what else happened tonight?" Laurel hopes Issy's stories can distract from her own.