Las Vegas, Tuesday evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel was still mumbling under her breath when she banged through the door of her apartment. Ignoring anyone else that might be around, she headed straight for the kitchen and the pint of Hagen-Daaz that was hidden in the back of the freezer.

"Don't understand my ass. I understand damn well. You're an idiot."

She stabbed the spoon into the container and decided that it was one of those time where drowning her angst in ice cream was the only acceptable solution.

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Three alpha males with issues. Yeah, that would get ugly."

With a shrug, Isabel tossed her empty ice cream container into the trash. "I don't think there's any one specific right or wrong in this case. You just have to go with what feels right. And if you don't want a reminder of his broken promises then you're perfectly within your rights to mail it back to him."

[walks-two-paths.livejournal.com]

"New York City would never be the same in that case."

Savannah rinsed her spoon off in the sink and was surprised that she had emptied her ice cream, as well. She tossed it before leaning against the counter.

"I don't think I need a reminder because I don't think I'll ever be able to forget walking in and seeing them." Her shrug was a little less careless than it would usually be. "Maybe it will serve as a wake up call and protect the next girl he gets involved with."