"I think you're right on time!" Izzy looked over at Whistler, glad to see another semi-familiar face. They'd both been at the battle for Lincoln Park, and she knew he was one of Rhiannon's old friends from Searchlight. She raised her beer in salute and took a sip.
"So how'd I steal your name? It sounds like your parents stole one from an old band to hear your friend talk." The witch grinned at them both and popped what was left of her celery stick in her mouth.
No sooner had she done so than Purity came in. "Hey there!" Yet another familiar face! And this time a fellow magic practitioner. "Bring on 2010, again. May it be an improvement over the first go around."