Isobel Brandt \\ Persephone (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} praxidike) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} paxletalelogs, |
Isobel nodded, turning back to the food table to grab a second paper plate to offer to Alice. In contrast, she didn't have a bathing suit on; just a green tank top with black shorts, sandals on her feet; glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, giving her clarity of sight where her mind stumbled. Her hair fell loose around her shoulders, moving as she started to add a few items to her plate -- a shrimp cake, some of the dip and a handful of chips, followed by a cup of punch -- because her anxiety was killing her appetite. But she waited, patiently, for Alice to fill her own plate before leading them to a pair of green and white striped suntanning chairs in one corner a bit further away from the boombox.
Whatever had happened to Alice last night looked like it hurt, in several ways, but Isobel was grateful that the redhead was willing to help. She took a brief swallow of her punch before trying a different line of conversation that she hoped might make Alice feel a little more comfortable. "Maybe some of your other friends will be here? Um, maybe Rafe?" It was another moment that underscored her complete lack of knowledge, and inwardly she winced, wishing instead that she'd stuck to silence and food.