"Sal's," Robbie huffed, growing ever more frustrated with Isabel's mere existence in her house. "You're supposed to be at Sal's. With your sister, and Faye, and Joey." And she was supposed to wear denim with an ancient band t-shirt and that stupid crumpled up jacket on the floor - and her hair was black, and she would be two cordial feet from Joey, and Robbie's eyes would not be on her at all.
Robbie scoffed at the challenge, and again at motion that this wasn't her room. He'd had his doubts at first - the 'purple' wasn't something his minds would've attributed to Isabel, and there were far fewer pentagrams than first expected, but everything smelled like her, and that was a scent that he'd become accustomed to. It lingered in his bed and survived every change of sheets, and sure, it was fading, but he could still attribute it to her, and this room. "Is Quinn in the room with us?" He asked mockingly, before genuine curiosity had a follow up, "is she even home?"
It dawned on him that this would be a challenge. What he was looking for was hardly bigger than a pen, and with nothing being where it was supposed to be in this hellscape of a bedroom, he was going to have to delve deeper. He could sense Isabel's death glare following him as he scanned the room, and beyond the layers of trinkets and meaningless tat he was surprised to find items that actually spoke of a personality beyond the demon that occupied this space. Posters, books, some movie memorabilia - just not his. "Quinn's a fan of Back to the Future?" He pointed to the almanac, and the more he looked around the more he was impressed, but at the same oddly frightened, by the sheer amount of nerdiness in this room.
He'd done well to avoid looking directly at Isabel for fear of distracting himself with how undeniably good she looked, and instead his eyes clocked a cupboard behind her. As his particular memento wasn't on display he could hedge his bets that it would either be in there, or he'd have to turn this entire room upside down to find it, and so he swiftly made his way to it.
"Why? What's happening at Sal's?" Isabel knew fine well that it was his birthday and that there was a 4th of July party–presumably Robbie would know that she knew, why else would she be getting ready to head out?–but she would never resist any opportunity to antagonise him. At the mention of Joey, any fun she was having drained from her face, her lips pressing together and her eyes looking anywhere but at him. "I wouldn't count on Joey being there."
Her eyes snapped back to him with a renewed rage, wondering if he could possibly know her well enough to know that everything in here belonged to her, or if maybe he could simply identify her individual scent with ease; maybe it was both. She wasn't sure which made her more uncomfortable. "Not that I need to explain myself to you, but things haven't exactly been safe in Havensdale. You chose to hide in a hovel, I moved into my sister's room." Isabel had never struggled with lying before, but with her heart racing, she was sure he must see right through her. She huffed once before adding, "She's at Sal's. I wanted to surprise her." She pointed a finger to her hair.
Isabel watched as his eyes scanned the room, feeling more exposed now than when they had been locked on her legs. On the one hand, she was horrified that he was looking at all of this, but strangely–deep down–there was a part of her that wanted him to see it all–to see her–and still think that she was the coolest girl in any room. Isabel tried to shrug off the feeling, convincing herself that it was some residual effect from that freaky AU world where she had desperately wanted to be friends with the stupid Nerd Squad. Engel was a real funny guy. "Back to the Future's a classic, why wouldn't she like it?"
For a moment, Isabel thought he had finally returned his attention to her, but quickly realised it was the closet behind her that he focused on. 'Absolutely not.' He moved faster than she was ready for and she tripped over her jacket on her way to block his path. Ungracefully, she squeezed herself between the closet and Robbie, her back slamming against the door and one hand coming up to press against his chest. "Robbie..." There was a warning in her tone and panic in her eyes. "I will literally fuck you again–right here, right now–if you walk away from this door."
