Isabelle ♦ 015

[nolessthanseven]

Who Isabelle Lightwood and Desmond Miles
Where Desmond's club, L'Horizon
Style third okay with you, bb?
Status closed
Notes forward dated to Saturday night for all the truth shenanigans.

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[failssassin]

Up until a few nights ago, Desmond had managed to stay locked up in his office when either of the girls were working the bar. But the holidays had brought more patrons and they quickly got overwhelmed, leading to him coming downstairs to help them

[nolessthanseven]

"Seriously, I can't even believe that you're planning on being here. That's ridiculous - who's going to come in?" She couldn't help but laugh, setting the case down where he told her to. It was relaxing, being there with him like that - he was talking to her again, smiling again, laughing even. Every time she saw or heard it, a little bit more of her worry and anxiety seemed to lift away.

Isabelle took a moment to lean against the counter, watching him thoughtfully before nodding and moving to put all the stools up. It was almost amazing how quiet the club could get when it was afterhours, when it was no one but them in the dimmed light. Well, she blamed Christmas for the fact that she was almost twirling around as she helped him clean up - something she didn't usually enjoy at the best of times - and couldn't stop smiling at least slightly.

"You're welcome to come by the mansion, if you want - no one can complain anyway, because it's Christmas, and I said so."

[failssassin]

The bartender shrugged as he put away the wine: "There were a few people last year. Beside, I don't think Altaïr celebrates Christmas, and any dinner with him and Lucy is going to end well before it's time to open the club. She's the in bed at six type

[nolessthanseven]

Isabelle paused, leaning again against the counter as she abandoned cleaning for the time being. She couldn't deny that she was jealous that he was hanging out with Lucy - always Lucy - on Christmas, and she was just spending it with her brothers; no denying that she loved her brothers, but-

"He's...otherwise occupied this week, Des. I have all the time in the world right now," she finally replied, running her tongue over her lips, eyes dropped to almost avoid the obvious questions. "So he's not going to think anything. And if he does, it's because he's slightly neurotic and thinks that he's not as cute as all the other guys I surround myself with."

And no sooner had the words left her mouth, she gasped softly, clapping one hand over her mouth. "Don't tell him I said that."