<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/908192702670184468/908192840197234688/Izzy1.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Isabel Scott (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16025874#msg16025874)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Foyer welcome wagon! being a social thing <3<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Cut off jean shorts, black tanktop, flannel 'jacket' (okay, someone's shirt that she stole/won awhile back and wears now because it is comfy as fuck and it is cold today)<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: None<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Chole and Jonathan <Mentioning: Donavon> Lance and Emma, Vicki and Rose  Open :-)<br/><hr/><br/>"Oh.. that's ... I .. huh.." she stammered a little as her teasing was turned back on her.  How did they always do this?  It was like magic or the world's worst super power.  That interview was going to come back and haunt her forever but what could she say, apparently basketball uniforms did it for her? She was still hoping that<strong>Donavon's</strong>schedule allowed him to make it tonight after all, but that had very little to do with the uniform and more her desire to see him out of it. Maybe it was just that<strong>Jonathan</strong>himself pushed all her yes buttons?  Not that she would tell him, ego stroking was not her thing.  Touching other stuff though?  That she might do!<br/><br/>Just grinned as<strong>Chloe</strong>handed over her phone.  It was probably a good idea, and if things got out of control was something that they could institute in the future as a more general rule for the gathering, but Izzy had to admit that there were a few personal pictures of them together on nights like this on her phone that she was glad to have so for purely selfish reasons she wanted to keep her own phone on her.  Ahh well, no point in trying to decide now, cross that bridge when they came to it.  "Sure.  And most of em yeah.  Some people are kinda bitchy about it, like I don't trust them .. well duh, some of them I don't even know yet, and for others it's just .. a security blanket ya know."  Once rumors and shit got out there in this town they stayed out there forever.  This wasn't a perfect system but it at least gave them a layer of protection.  Nothing came without risk.  "They're sending over someone tonight to get any stragglers which amuses the hell out of me.  I'm trying to decide if it is me being a pain in the ass and something they'll bitch about or if it's some weird reward to be the junior associate who gets to deal with us?  Maybe both. Life is usually both right?"<br/><br/>When the door sounded was more than happy to let Jonathan grab it while she hopped on over to her room, which was usually closed up for these evening and stashed her friend's phone there in her top lingerie drawer, mostly because it amused her to see it nestled among all that brightly colored lace.  Still grinning to herself she came back to join the group gathering in the foyer.<br/><br/>"Yay people!  You made it."  She didn't recognize some of them but that didn't matter to her.  She grinned at<strong>Emma</strong>and moved over to her, "I love this! I looks so soft!"  fingers petted along her jacket noting that yes, very soft.  Was it super egotistical to not introduce herself and assume people knew who she was?  Maybe, but it was habit by now.<br/><br/>Offering<strong>Lance</strong>a quick wave as he moved by with a box of stuff into the open kitchen area she was super impressed that he brought his own stuff for the evening.  She was happy to host these get togethers but especially if people liked specific things it could be a bit of a headache to make sure everyone was fed, had their drink of choice and was happy.  Look at him being all prepared!  Such a gentleman, her father would be proud ... as long as he never learned about the rest of their evening!<br/><br/>When<strong>Rose</strong>came in bearing more gifts her smile only grew.  "There are pineapple ones in here I hope?"  She nodded to the brightly colored containers hoping to see yellow! Not lemon though... okay lemon wouldn't be the end of the world either but still.<br/><br/>"I'm not even gonna ask what you brought." She just kind of nudged<strong>Vicki's</strong>shoulder lightly and kind of helped herd people in to the massive open area in the middle of the house where they would be more comfortable.<br/><br/>"Bathroom!"  She pointed toward the left and the open door there.  There were more of course but this was the most conveniently located for now.  "Kitchen.."  like they couldn't see the well lit gleaming counter tops and stainless steel surfaces already.  "Make yourselves at home!"