Who: Izzy and open What: Trying to avoid everyone after a rough night at work When: Sunday Morning Where: Texas house Warnings: language maybe Status: incomplete and open
Izzy had had a rough night. She had expected the club would have been busy, but not to the extent it had been. She had more than her share of grabby hands trying to touch her all the previous night and fending them off was just plain tiring. As it was she didn't get home until four A.M. Sunday morning and didn't get to bed until five thirty, after she scrubbed her skin raw of glitter and the smell of alcohol.
It was now 3 in the afternoon and she felt like she had been bowled over by a steam roller. Making her way down stairs to the kitchen, she started a pot of coffee and sat at the kitchen table waiting for it to perculate. She looked over the newspaper scanning the article before heading for the comics. Her attention was drawn away though when she heard the approaching footsteps that signaled someone would be making their way into the kitchen soon. That was all she needed at the moment when she was trying to avoid everyone and their mama.
"Afternoon," she mumbled in greeting not looking up.