<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>: Standing up on her little chair being a drama queen?<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><as pictured> Cut off jean shorts, black tanktop, flannel 'jacket' (definitely, 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>: Lance, Jonathan, Emma, and Chloe <mentioning Donovan> Nick,   Vicki and Desmond, Rose (okay yes so once I started tagging people I realized it would be weird if I left one or two people off so I deliberately included everyone here, don't hate me please I know it's real long and kinda convoluted but this is why we're movin' into two groups now ;) )<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As people began to filter out onto the patio she blew kisses in their direction.  "I love you and we will be together again soon!<strong>Jonothan</strong>you got this...<strong>Chloe</strong>, make sure he's got this!" They were some of her oldest friends so she trusted that<strong>Lance</strong>and<strong>Emma</strong>and whoever else went out would have a great time out there.  Besides it wasn't like they were going far and she could absolutely oggle from here.  Maybe she'd just stay up on the stool, it was kind of nice being tall and it really was a nice vantage point.  Was this what<strong>Donovan</strong>felt like all the time?  How did he manage? The stool wobbled and she made a startled little eep sound, catching<strong>Nick's</strong>shoulder for balance briefly to keep herself upright but that was drowned out by the squeel of tires out on the driveway.<br/><br/>Seriously? Whoever this new person was they showed up late AND loud?  Double party foul, she would totally hold that against them later if ...<br/><br/>Holy fuck that was Desmond Lysander.<br/><br/>Desmond Lysander was IN HER HOUSE.<br/><br/>"<strong>Vicki</strong>.. Vicki! am I dreaming?  Did I eat the wrong brownies and now I'm having some weird seizure or vision thing?"  In terms of a neatly directed stage whisper and being circumspect it wasn't great, being quiet had never exactly been her strong suit.  She flailed a little as she hopped down from her high ground, landing on bare feet with a little thud.<br/><br/>Giant brown eyes looked up at the newest arrival as he greeted her but it took her stalled out brain a minute to actually grope around for an answer to his question.  "No.  Not a prank."  Not exactly.  The details were a little fuzzy for her that night,<strong>Chloe</strong>and<strong>Jonothan</strong>had been there for sure, but Izzy had been quite unsober and desperate to literally keep her pants when she'd agreed to 'invite someone ridiculously famous' to their next party.<br/><br/>In the light of day she might have made a different decision, but a deal was a deal. So she'd kind of tittered to herself while drafting up a formal invite package, called in a different favor from a different friend and had it delivered to<strong>Desmond</strong>.  Please.  Like he would ever in a million years actually show up.  He was out of her paygrade .. and generation.  At BEST she thought he'd get a laugh out of it.  But he was ridiculously famous, her challenge was complete. And now he was in her house.<br/><br/>Wait was SHE being pranked right now?<br/><br/>"We're umm.. just getting started really.  There are umm, two tables?"<em>Stop fucking this up</em>, that was supposed to be a statement not a question. She cleared her throat and tried for a more relaxed friendly tone.  "Here or out in the patio.  We'll be happy deal you in either way.  Right<strong>Rose</strong>?" She kind of lightly nudged the camerawoman with her leg as she moved to settle into one of the more comfortable seats here in the livingroom instead of that little stool. That little bump was partly nerves, but mostly because she needed the tactile check.<br/><br/>Nope.  Not dreaming.<br/><br/>Well damn.