The Arms Hotel, Room of the stripper pole, afternoon

[izzyalienqueen]

So the weekend had been interesting.

She'd had an affair with her boyfriend, a catfight with Summer, gone trolling for cheap sex with Parker, had angry sex with Chris and then woken up with him to mutual flailing.

Fortunately Parker had been kind enough to let her use her room to shower, change clothes, and work up the courage to head to the other floor.

Eventually Isabel did manage to make her way back to the room. Only to stop inside the door when she realized that the maids hadn't been by to clean yet. It was obvious Wyatt had had a good time the night before. The question was, with who. Isabel was pretty sure she knew.

Somehow the thought that he was going to be as facepalmy as she was wasn't much of a comfort.

Ignoring the sticky remains of whipped cream and melted candle wax, Isabel started to pack her bag for the trip back to school.

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Finally Isabel did pull away, smiling softly as she did so. "Come on. Let's get out of here."

[blessed_twice]

Wyatt reluctantly let go of her, then stood and packed as quickly as he could, which consisted of stuffing everything into his bag without any semblance of folding. "Ready when you are," he said.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Her bag was only slightly more organized. After one last shove, Isabel zipped her bag shut, grabbed her purse and reached for Wyatt's hand.

"Never been readier."

[blessed_twice]

Wyatt squeezed her hand, and orbed them away from Fandom.