JP/Isadora
"I'm a jaded soul and three drink tickets go fast." She might be tiny but her tolerance was a mighty thing. She'd be lucky if she even got buzzed tonight, but then again, it had been a month since she was home. Perhaps her tolerance level had finally started to go down. That was a depressing thought.
"Knew there was a catch," she pouted, resting her hand on her hip as she looked up at him. "What will it be? Kidney? Lung? Interpretive dance?"