Re: Digger & Izzy
It had taken quite a bit of time to get to where she was now, and if it weren't for Digger, she certainly wouldn't have made it this far. Bring his pet wasn't always the easiest thing, but he took such good care of her that those few difficult moments were worth it. The drunk trying to manhandle her was only further proof of it. Most people were smart enough to just walk away, but this one didn't seem to take the hint. She kept her voice firm, but didn't yell. Instead, she told the man several times that she was busy and she wasn't interested in him. When he grabbed him arm, though, she was abundantly glad that Riley was the one sitting beside her. The speed at which he made the drunkard regret his actions was phenomenal, and she was able to relax again as soon as it was clear that he was talking care of things... again.
Once Digger dragged the man away, Izzy ordered up some seltzer water and some plain water, guessing it might be needed. If not, she could always just drink it. Sure enough, though, by the time the drink arrived, Digger was sliding back into the both beside her, speckled in blood. "Thank you." Smiling, she gave him a heated little kiss, bell quietly jingling, before dampening a cloth and quickly getting his face and sweater clean. She'd gotten pretty good and cleaning up blood. Just part of her life now.
When he was clean again, she say back against the wall, kicking off her shoes and resting her legs on his thighs. She knew it wouldn't be long now before those drugs fully kicked in and he decided they needed to go somewhere less public. Until then, she positioned herself against the wall, the cop acting as a buffer between her and the world.