go insane;; izzy

[jace matthew carlile]

Since it was the weekend, Jace had spent the majority of his day working. He didn't get to work much over the weekdays because of school, so he ended up making up for that deficit by spending most of his Saturday's busing tables and cleaning dishes. Definitely not glamorous, but it was a job and he was glad to have it. Even if he usually hated what he did, he knew that it was a necessary task for himself. His adoptive parents weren't exactly all that well off and he'd rather they look after his younger brother more than himself, so he did what he could to come up with enough funds to support himself as best he could. Of course, since he was still a minor and working a rather terribly paying job, that usually led to his having less than quality things in his life. Jace was used to it though, so he dealt with what he had to and roughed people up when they poked fun at him.

Getting back to the Slytherin dormitories after his shift, it was already going on midnight. There were still a few people around, but most people were either sleeping or out at a party or something. Gruffly nodding his hellos to the roommates that were still in, Jace stripped off his work shirt and grabbed a clean pair of clothes to change into after his shower. No one else was in the bathroom, so Jace was able to get in and out of the shower fairly quickly, taking the time to wash his hair and make sure that he didn't smell like food anymore. If there was anything he hated most about his job, it was that he generally left it smelling like dirty dishes or a strange mixture of different foods that got spilled on him over the course of his shift. However, a good shower was able to wipe that away and he felt as good as new once he was out of the warm shower and into a pair of pajama pants. He never wore a shirt to bed, since the house elves kept it particularly warm, so he simply walked out in his flannel pants and tossed the rest of his stuff onto his bed. He could deal with that later.

Though he was slightly tired because of all the hours he had put in at work, Jace couldn't bring himself to just go to bed that early. Granted, it was probably late for a lot of people, but Jace didn't go to bed early ever. With nothing particularly interesting to do, Jace walked back up to the commons room and planted himself in a comfortable spot on the couch. Resting his head on the arm of one side, he kicked his feet up on the other and stretched out across the couch. There wasn't really anything to do in the commons either, especially not now that it was rather deserted, but it beat sitting around in his room, since there was always a chance that someone interesting could come by. Not that Jace was overly fond of that many people, of course. There were at least a few people that he wouldn't have minded harassing, perhaps.

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[isabelle jade adler]

Isabelle trudged down the hallway of the school, her heels creating an echo through the stone walls. She looked down at the note in her hand and scoffed. It was a bit after midnight, past any student's curfew, but since her detention had run late, the caretaker had to give her a note to make her way back to the dungeons from the fifth floor. Two weeks ago, she had been caught trying to sneak off the school grounds at two in the morning, heading off to a party outside of Hogsmeade, and had received five weeks' detention for her misconduct. She had to clean classrooms without magic, and for Izzy, that was a bust. She never cleaned anything, well, ever. There was always someone to do it for her. All of her detentions had to be served weekend nights, and once during the week, and if she were to be caught trying to sneak off, she could face more serious consequences. Hence, why she was still in the castle on a Saturday night.

She made it back to the Slytherin common room unnoticed, and chucked the note in the fire, and stood and watched it burn. She hadn't even needed the bloody thing, no one had stopped her. She made a quick glance around the common room- no one too particularly interesting was down there. Although it was Saturday night, and most people are out and about, and not stuck alone and sober. Izzy walked up the stairs to her room, and chucked her bag onto the bed. She hopped into the shower, just to rinse any form of dirt from the classroom off of her, not bothering to wash her hair. She stepped out of the shower, and dried off, and stepped back out into the room in her towel. She grabbed a too tight top and a pair of too short shorts and changed into them. It was relatively warm in the dungeons, so she didn't bother with a jumper.

Deciding to press her luck one more time, Isabelle walked back down the stairs, peeking into the common room. She saw a few third years at a table reading, and wondered why the hell they were reading, much less still awake. As she was about to turn around to head back upstairs, she saw Jace propped on one of the couches. She walked over and sat down on the armrest closest to his head, and ruffled his hair. "Jace," she said, curling one of her legs back up under onto the couch. "Whatcha doin', mate?"

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[jace matthew carlile]

Not too long after Jace took his place on the couch, he heard a particularly noisy group coming in from one of the male dorms. Glancing up over the arm of the couch, he saw that it was a bunch of stupid looking third years. Pretty much anyone that was younger than himself was stupid, as far as Jace was concerned. Really, most people in general probably qualified as stupid in Jace's book. However, the fact that these kids were gathering around a table and surrounding a book just made it all the worse. How anyone could want to read in general escaped Jace, but the fact that it was midnight made it all the more ridiculous. He was tempted to say something about it to them, but he was too tired from his day at work to bother spatting with a bunch of third years. They weren't worth his time and effort. Not many people were ever worth Jace's time or effort, really.

Grumbling slightly under his breath, Jace turned his attentions back to the fire on the other side of the commons. Watching the flames hiss and cackle was a lot more interesting than watching whatever the stupid kids were getting up to over there, huddled over a book and grinning like fools. It was probably porn, now that Jace thought about it. Younger kids were certainly that pathetic. A few moments later, Jace was rather tempted to just give up on anyone else coming through the commons before he heard another set of footsteps coming from the girl's side of the dormitories. Jace was usually a lot friendlier when it came to women, but that was really just because he wasn't ever looking to bring any of the guy's home to bed with him at the end of the day. Not the most admirable way to go about things, but at least he generally ended up treating the lot of the women pretty decently overall.

However, when he felt the girl sitting herself at the arm near his head and heard the voice of Isabelle Adler behind him, Jace wasn't so sure just how nice he would end up being. For whatever reason, he always seemed to end up bantering back and forth with Izzy whenever they were around each other. It wasn't that he disliked her, since he was generally alright with her, but it was just something about her. "What does it look like I'm doing? Sitting," he replied with a smirk on his face. Lifting his head back, he looked up at her from where he was sitting, a light grin playing at his face. "What about you? Shouldn't you be out there getting shit-faced with the rest of your whores?" Again, probably not the nicest thing that Jace could have said, but nice wasn't something you could often expect from Jace. Ever.

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[isabelle jade adler]

There was something about Jace Carlile that Isabelle couldn't place her finger on. He always seemed to be there- she had met him on the first day of classes their first year, and they seemed to have most of their classes in common. She followed his gaze up to the fire, watching the flames dance. She mussed her curly hair, which she sure looked a hot mess, but that was really nothing new for her. Her shirt had started to ride up in the front, showing the bottom of her silver belly button ring, but she decided to leave it. She was thin enough to pull it off, anyway.

Izzy rolled her eyes at Jace. "Really? I never would've guessed," she said, running her hand over her curls again. "Jace, you're so polite, how are you a Slytherin?" She crossed her arms in front of her, and shifted over slightly so her hip leaned on the side of the couch cushions. "Well. I sure as hell would be, except I've got detention for the next two weeks. I haven't had anything but firewhiskey in three weeks. It takes its toll on a girl, that's for sure." Isabelle loved to party. She was mildly known for it, especially among the Slytherins in her year. Her roommates were used to her stumbling in at ridiculous hours of the night, or not coming home at all. Half the time, she wouldn't remember going home at all, and would wake up confused. She was used to waking up in some much stranger places than her bed, so it was often a welcome surprise.

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[jace matthew carlile]

In his current position, Jace's head was pretty much resting right near Izzy's belly, which he wasn't at all opposed to. He had to admit, she was pretty damn hot and the way her shirt rode up on her stomach was extremely attractive. Of course, he would still make fun of her every chance that he got, since that's just how the two of them worked. They'd been around each other so much since their first year that it would seem unnatural if they were overly nice to each other at any point. Besides, that just wouldn't have been as much fun. He liked arguing with Izzy, since she was generally just as much of a shit towards him as he was to her, which made it more fun than mean. They didn't usually intend anything they said towards each other to be super critical, just more of themselves being assholes. Obviously being an asshole was more fun with someone there to do it with.

Jace kept his attention up on Izzy, smirking as she spoke. Obviously he was probably one of the most polite people that she knew. Or something. "Yeah, you know me. Always the gentleman," he responded with a sarcastic drawl. Honestly, Jace couldn't think of the last time that he was genuinely nice to someone for no reason at all. He was good at playing friendly when he wanted something out of someone, but that was the extent of his social skills. Really, it was a surprise that Jace could even fake being friendly when it came down to it. He had never really been raised proper, so he considered it a bit of a success that he was able to communicate as well as he did at all. Granted, it often degraded to unintelligible grumbles when he was irritated, angry or tired, but he tried.

It probably shouldn't have amused him as much as it did that Izzy had detention for that long, but for once it wasn't Jace that was scrubbing floors and helping the house elves, so it brought a bit of a chuckle out. "What'd you do to land that shithole of a job?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement. He had a feeling that it was probably related to her partying, but it could very well have been just about anything. "I've got some stronger stuff in my room if you're interested," he offered with a shrug. He would consider himself friends enough with Izzy that he didn't mind sharing his shit with her. Not to mention, a drunk Izzy was a lot more entertaining than a sober one, especially when he was completely sober and had no intention or desire to be drinking that night.

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[isabelle jade adler]

Isabelle crossed her legs so that her top leg leaned over the couch, giving her a bit more balance. Her shorts were a size to small and were riding up a bit, so she tugged at them lightly. She dressed a bit more slinkily than most of the girls in her year, but she didn't really care. She liked having all of the attention on her, which it seemed dressing like that and getting way too out of it seemed to do. Jace wasn't like that with her, though, and she knew he would probably tell her to stop being such a slut and go on with the conversation. She chuckled lightly at his response. "Good deal, you twat," she laughed, leaning more into the couch cushion on her left. Her eyes momentarily wandered around the common room, settling on the fire, where they relaxed for a bit.

Izzy looked down from the fire to look into his eyes. "Well. I was going to this huge rager in," she paused, looking upwards, one eyebrow creased. "Actually, I don't even know where it was. I was meeting a girl who graduated a few years ago down by the Hog's Head and we were going to apparate. But, dumbass Izzy got caught, and was sentenced to five weeks' detention and 'serious consequences if my behavior were to continue,'" she said, quoting the caretaker as she received her punishment. "I've been doing this since fourth year, you think I'd have it down by now, yah?"

A mischievous smile spread across Isabelle's face. "You better not be bluffing," she said, biting her bottom lip, looking at Jace. She seriously had been sober for three weeks, and for someone who partied as much as Izzy, that was hell. "Whatcha got, then?" Getting drunk with Jace didn't seem like an average night for Izzy, or, well, a night she thought she'd ever have. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

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[jace matthew carlile]

From anyone else, Jace likely would have been incredibly pissed if they had called him a twat, but it was more of a term of affection between him and Izzy by now. They probably were worse to each other than to anyone else, but it never seemed to make a difference. They were pretty much the worst of abusive relationships, but in a good way. Well, at least Jace thought it was a good way. Anyone else that watched the two of them interact would probably beg to differ, but Jace felt that their friendship was just how it should be. It would be too fake if they were ever really nice to each other outright. Perhaps they were nice in their own, not exactly obvious ways, but it really just wouldn't have been genuine if they were anything other than what they were. Obviously they were just special and anyone that said differently was simply jealous of how awesome they were.

It didn't surprise Jace in the slightest that Izzy's problems with detention fully revolved around her tendency to spend the majority of her life away partying and getting up to shit that she shouldn't. Of course, Jace couldn't really rag on her since he was no better, but he tended to spend his time with other things and didn't get out as much as Izzy. It just wasn't his thing. "That's shit," he commented, shrugging a bit. For the two of them, getting into trouble and landing detentions was kind of expected by now, so it was more or less solely and inconvenience of the worst sort. "You probably should be more careful, yeah? No fun if you're locked up all the time," he added with a shake of his head. They really didn't hang out all too much on purpose, it was more just they happened to run into each other a lot and ended up getting into arguments that led to them hanging out a decent amount.

Noting the obvious pleased tone when he mentioned his personal stash of alcohol, a rather wry grin rose onto his face. Obviously if he gave her what she wanted now, than she would owe him later. Not that he expected her to pay him back when he needed his homework done or something, but it would be something he could hold over her regardless. "You name it, I've probably got it. Come on than," he commented, pushing himself up off the couch and patting Izzy's leg as he moved past her. Motioning with his head for her to follow him, Jace started up the stairs to the boy's dormitory. His was one of the first doors, which he pushed open, glad to see that they had the place to themselves. Most of his roommates were probably out at some party or something stupid. Pushing his bed off to the side, Jace opened up the trunk under it to reveal a sizable selection of bottles. "Your pick, yeah?"

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[isabelle jade adler]

Isabelle looked down at Jace. "Innit, though? Total and utter bollocks," she sighed, playing with the tie of her pajama shorts. "Normally I wouldn't care and I'd go out anyway, but I don't wanna risk suspension. The caretaker doesn't like me enough as it is, the number of times I've gone back in the castle trashed. Hates me." She started to chuckle to herself, thinking of the few times she'd even yelled at the man, somehow making it back to the dungeons without punishment. How she hadn't been caught before, she really didn't know, but this had ruined her perfect record, and it bothered her. A lot.

Izzy smiled slyly as he got up, and as he tapped her leg, she kicked it up in his general direction. "Oh, you're the best, Jace Carlile," she said, and was surprised at her choice of words. He was giving her what she wanted, but Izzy wouldn't let that get in the way of their banter. She watched him walk over to the stairs and tilt his head. She got up from the side of the couch, not bothering to fix her shorts or her shirt, which was still risen to her belly button, and followed him. Her curls bounced as she jogged up the stairs attempting to keep up. She followed him through the door, and was glad they were alone. She didn't share her booze with anyone. Well, unless they bought it for her. Then she'd share. A little.

She sat down on the bed, peering into the trunk. "Bloody hell," she murmured, leaning forward and grabbing a bottle of an extremely light pink color. "I can not believe you have this!" she squealed, pulling the bottle out of the trunk. "I haven't had this in forever, makes you do some crazy shit." Frankly, she didn't even know what it was called, but last time she had had it, she ended up passed out on someone's lawn, only in a bra and skirt, barely making it back to the castle clothed by the time her third class started. She chuckled at the memory. She placed the bottle down on the bed next to her, and leaned over to pick up a bottle with clear liquid. She opened the lid, smelled it, and took a long swig. "Gotta start of light, yah?" She hiccuped, smiled, and handed the bottle to Jace. "Cheers, mate."

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[jace matthew carlile]

Though Izzy clearly didn't care all too much about risking detentions, he was a bit surprised to hear that she actually did care about staying there at the school. What with her lack of discipline when it came to her education, Jace had just sort of assumed that she wouldn't bother doing anything with it anyways. He sometimes felt like he didn't plan on going anywhere with his life either, but that was just him. "Yeah, can't imagine he's too fond of you with all the shit you pull," Jace agreed, not at all sugarcoating it. Hell, he had a feeling that the houseelves probably hated her too because of all the cleaning they'd had to do at her making. Sometimes he wondered how she made it through the day without the lot of them banding together to get rid of her. If anything, that would be an amusing day, to say the least.

Inclining his head a bit in agreement, Jace certainly wouldn't deny that he happened to be the best. Though, he had to admit that hearing it from Izzy was a nice change from the usual. It was rare that he got any sort of compliment from her and even if it was probably only because he was providing her with alcohol. However, he was happy to take what he could get and the whole walk back to his room was filled with more swagger than it usually was. As he opened up the trunk under his bed, his eyes scanned the contents. Everything seemed to be in place and he was sure they could both find something worth drinking in there. He wasn't particularly in the mood to start drinking that night, but it was Izzy and it was kind of impossible not to be plastered when hanging out with her. Made it easier to be around her anyways. Not that he would tell her that, of course.

Another smirk rose on his face when she spotted something in the chest that she seemed to be particularly excited about. "Aw, yeah shit. Picked that up awhile back from some party I went to. Figured I'd save it for a special day or whatever," he commented, chuckling a bit at the memory of that day. He didn't mind letting Izzy have some if she was interested, though, since he could always just jack some from another party some other day. Giving Izzy a quick nod as she handed over the bottle in her hand, Jace shrugged and took a swig from it. "Yeah, cheers. So, what've you been up to, aside from the usual and detention?" he asked, taking another quick swig before holding the bottle back out to the girl. He wasn't much of a small talker, but he preferred that to any awkward silences.

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[isabelle jade adler]

Life had never exactly been tough for Isabelle, but it wasn't exactly easy. She didn't have many friends in school, which fueled her desire to go out and party with people she had never met before and would never see again. She would never have to deal with knowing looks from them in the hallway, or hear whispers from other girls about what a drunk slag she was. The scrutiny caused her to party even harder, moving up from fun buzzes on firewhiskey to passing out in strangers' beds with no recollection of the night before, barely making it on time to the castle for food and classes, then heading out again that night. Her roommates rarely saw her, and she'd rather have it that way. She tended to care too much what people thought, despite the cool demeanor she put off. That's why she was glad Jace was there with her. No matter how much he knew about her, or how much he teased her, he never stopped being there. She didn't need complete and utter support or for him to save her from something, but for someone to just actually be around her, someone she could have a good laugh with. It was rare for her.

There was some sort of thrill to drinking on grounds that enthralled Isabelle, along with the actual enjoyment of being drunk. "Best way to get alcohol," she said, a sly smirk on her face. "Taking it from someone else." Izzy looked down at the pink bottle that was closed, laying on the bed, and then back up to Jace. "Oh, well, we can put it back, if you wanna use it for something special. That stuff's good enough for me. It's still a really good buzz."She nodded towards the bottle in Jace's hand. It's not like she was insulted that Jace was planning on using the bottle for something else, but more curious as to what that actually was. She decided that the best option to just drop it, since her and Jace hardly shared anything in their personal lives, and she didn't want to seem too nosy or like she was prying.

She took the bottle back from Jace, taking another sip. She was glad for the change in conversation, as drinking was not fun at all without conversation. To Isabelle, it usually wasn't fun without boys to hook up with, but she was glad to break her way-too-long patch of sobriety. "Well, I've mostly just been laying about. I bet their theory was that this would give me more time to focus on my studies, but nah, still mediocre at best." She smiled, swallowing about two shots worth of the drink. Isabelle had never succeeded in school. She was smart enough to figure things out, but never got good grades. Professors used to tell her that if she put in the effort, she'd do better. She somehow doubted that, but she didn't know if it was because it was true, or if she was just too lazy to put any effort in in the first place. Besides, getting trashed in random houses with people she didn't know just seemed more fun. She took another long swig from the bottle, the alcohol burning her throat, before holding the bottle back up for Jace to take.

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[jace matthew carlile]

As far as Jace knew, he didn't think that a single bottle in his stash was bought with his own funds. When he ran low. he would hit up a few parties around the campus and just pinch whatever was good from it before he left. No one really ever noticed it and even if they did, it wasn't like they were going to say anything about it to Jace. Jace tended to do whatever he wanted and unless it was a superior, he pretty much was guaranteed to get away with it. He was a tall guy, perhaps not with much muscle mass, but he was big enough that he could be intimidating and his scowl certainly helped out with that. "Hell yeah. You probably go to enough parties to have loads of alcohol stored up, yeah?" he asked. He wasn't sure if she ever nicked anything from the parties she went to, but she'd probably never run out of alcohol if that were the case.

The odds of anything particularly special coming up in Jace's life were pretty slim, unfortunately, so he didn't really care if they popped open the bottle now and downed the lot of it. "Eh, this is special enough. Have at it if you want," he shrugged, tossing the bottle onto the bed so that she had free reign over it if she decided to go ahead and drink it. Jace didn't really have many special days to name, except maybe his birthday, but he could easily pick something up between now and then that would substitute for the bottle. Odds were he could even come across the same thing before his birthday rolled around, but it wasn't like he really intended to do a whole lot for his birthday anyways. He usually never did. It wasn't like he had much of a family to celebrate with, so it tended to just pass by like any other day in his life.

Just laying around was an activity that Jace was particularly good at. Much like Izzy, Jace didn't really do much for class and the bare minimum was typically a pretty good estimation of what all Jace did. If he did homework, it was usually because he absolutely had to or if he managed to convince someone else to do it for him. "Yeah, it's pretty much just more time to nap, I guess. Detention isn't the worst," he shrugged. He found that he had quite a bit of extra nap time when he was in detention, since he tried to keep out of any other stupid mistakes that would make it worse on himself. Of course, that didn't always work out too well, but he tried. Taking the bottle back from Izzy, Jace took another swig from it and closed his eyes as the burn slid down his throat. Maybe it wasn't such a bad time to drink.

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[isabelle jade adler]

As she thought about it, the more Isabelle realized she never really stole too much liquor from the parties she frequented. "In theory, that would make sense," she said. Most of the time she ended up leaving bits of clothing behind, much less being able to sneak alcohol out. Not that she could think that hard about it to begin with. "Things sometimes... Get in the way. Like the fact that half the time I don't even have clothes to sneak the bottles out in. And besides. When you're on multiple things, it's a bit hard to focus." Isabelle thought about that. Her supply would be virtually endless if she tried hard enough. That might the best idea, since she wouldn't have to drink all of Jace's supply. But the liquor was just starting to set in, and she was in the mentality where she really didn't care about anything. 

Izzy looked down at the bottle next to her on the bed. She appreciated Jace sharing everything with her, but she'd  never let him know that. It did just wasn't their style. "Awesome," she looked back at Jace, who was still standing on the side of the bed. "We can break into it in a little bit. More fun if you're already pretty tipsy." She was more than happy to be drinking, even if it was just the two of them, and both of them just laying around and talking. It didn't seem too bad, and Jace was definitely easy to be around. 

"Definitely not. I've slept. Slept some more, and then if they have me doing work, I do barely any of it, then fall back asleep. It's foolproof." Not being out all night made Izzy realize how much sleep she was really missing. As much as she missed being able to go party, she realized the sleep was an alright alternative. "Atta boy," she chuckled as Jace took a swig from the bottle. She scooted back so her back was against the headboard. "I feel bad taking up the whole bed, and you're just standing there." She shuffled so her legs were crossed under her. "At least sit, yah?"

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[jace matthew carlile]

Considering the state that Izzy tended to leave a party in, Jace wasn't surprised that she rarely had the mind to grab any alcohol on the way out. He didn't often get to that point when he went to a party, mostly only when he was just hanging out in his room with some mates or whatever. Jace wasn't big on getting publicly humiliated. Definitely not his style. "Yeah, you get too fucked up at those things. We could go in as a team. You get all the attention and I'll get the alcohol," Jace commented with a bemused smirk. That probably wouldn't be such a bad idea, now that he thought about it. Honestly, people probably wouldn't be paying shit worth of attention to him while a drunken Izzy was parading about and causing destruction every which way she went. He could probably end up sneaking off with loads of alcohol and it would be great.

Leaning down to the bin, Jace picked up a smaller bottle of firewhiskey and popped it open. Taking a sip, he held it up slightly to acknowledge what Izzy said. He didn't mind waiting a bit to break into the good stuff. Obviously the effects were more pronounced when you were already slightly drunk and found every last thing to be entirely hilarious. "Sure, yeah, sounds like a plan," Jace agreed as he took another swig from his bottle. The more that he was drinking, the more it seemed like a good idea to be drinking. With all the shit that he had gone through in his life, Jace very well could have become an alcoholic. However, instead of taking his troubles out by hitting the bottle, he just kind of hit other people. His violence streak was his issue more than his drinking, which probably wasn't any better, but it was his way of dealing with things.

Izzy's day's sounded about the same as every day in Jace's life. He bummed around, avoided homework, slept, pretty much anything that was unproductive. "That's the life, eh?" he replied with a shake of his head. He knew that they probably would end up getting nowhere with that, but he didn't really care. Nodding at her request, Jace hopped up onto the bed, sitting with his back against the post at the other end of the bed. Facing Izzy, Jace took another sip of his firewhiskey. "So, there's this big party in that underground warehouse tomorrow night. You in? I'll bust you out of detention if you want," Jace offered, figuring she could probably use a break from the hell that was detentions. Besides, it would be fun to have someone with him that he knew, instead of just the random creepers that were usually at those parties.

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[isabelle jade adler]

As Jace spoke, Izzy's eyes lit up. "Yeah, that'd totally work. I mean, I usually end up getting all of the attention, however not too positive, anyway, and I never party with the same crowd twice, so this could totally work out," she said, taking a swig from the bottle in her hand. It had been much longer than usual for Izzy sincee the last time she had drank, and her tolerance for the stuff had started to decline. She could feel a light buzz in the front of her head, but notheing good eenough for herr to be content with. No where close. She took another sip.

Tilting her head to the side, she watched Jace reach into the trunk and pull out some firewhiskey. It was a more serious make, and she was impressed he owned that allone, much less better stuff she saw in the trunk. She wondered about what would happening as the night wore on, and she tried not to start laughing aloud at the thouught of her awkwardly passed out on Jace's floor. Isabelle was surprised at Jace not drinking all too often with others, but wasn't surprised at all about how she never saaw him at the parties she frequented, since she and a girl who had graduated a few years ago tended to apparate out of Hogsmeadeto sketchier areas of Britain, hitting up whatever wizarding home or flat happeened to be having a party that night. She never cared about gettting too drunk or embarassing herself, since she never saw any of those people again.

Raising her eyebrows and smirking, Izzy sighed. "No complaints so far," she said, taking a longer swig of her drink. She watched Jace hop up on the bed across from her and listened as he spoke. "That sounds totally safe, especially if you can get me out of that hell hole," she chuckled. "Pretty sure they're gonna get me to clean some of the dungeons, muggle style. No thank you." As she thought about it, she had never gone to a non-school sponsored event with someone she actually saw on a daily basis, so she was interested to see how that evening would turn out. "We can try out our new tag team method, and I'll make sure to get totally plastered," she winked, taking another sip, the burn as it slid down her throat a welcome feeling.

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[jace matthew carlile]

Even if Jace didn't drink all too often, coming up with plans to add to his alcohol stores wasn't something he was ever going to complain about. There was always a reason to have alcohol and the more he had, the less likely it was he'd run out. "Yeah, exactly. We could probably get out of there with enough alcohol for the rest of the year if we wanted to," he nodded. Well, enough alcohol for Jace anyway. He had a feeling that no amount of alcohol that someone could carry would be enough to last Izzy more than perhaps even just a week. Sad, but true. He was also astounded by the fact that she somehow managed to find new people to party with every time that she went out. He didn't know that many people in general, so he had no idea how she had that extensive of a network that she could pull something like that off. However, when you went out as much as Izzy did, he figured it was probably just something that came with it.

Snorting a bit at the thought of Izzy having to clean the dungeons without magic, Jace briefly considered leaving her to it for awhile. That would be a completely dick move, but Jace wasn't exactly known for his kindness and snapping a few photos of that would amuse him for months to come. However, since he landed himself in detention so often and knew exactly how it felt, he couldn't very well let someone else have to endure such torture. At least, not Izzy anyways. They weren't the sort of friends that would go out and do things for each other all that often, but they had a basic understanding of each other and if there was a chance to bust the other out of detention they took it. It was part of their friend code, if that's what you could call it. Somehow, Jace would find a way to bust in and get her out of there without too much trouble on his part. It probably wouldn't be too difficult if he thought on it, he hoped.

Nodding as he took another sip from his firewhiskey, Jace didn't see anything wrong with that plan. The people at the underground scene rarely noticed if you nicked some of the alcohol on the way out, or perhaps they were just too chill to care about it. It wasn't like any of the more major parties that had people guarding the doors on the way out or anything like that. "Yeah, I'll get you out somehow," he promised. Usually, you couldn't take much that Jace said seriously, but he typically didn't lie to Izzy. There was no reason for that. "You ever hit up the underground? It's the only place I ever go," he commented. It was really the only place he felt like he fit in with the crowd. It was scummier and generally more sketch, but it was his kind of place and his kind of people.

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