Isis & Gavin
This was supposed to be a quiet night. New client. The clean business type who just wanted a drink to get to know her before taking her back to his hotel room. There hadn’t been (much) inappropriate groping or anything of the sort. In fact, Isis was actually starting to enjoy herself and the conversation taking place. Well... she was, until it was rudely interrupted. She heard the impact of something heavy before her eyes fully connected the dots, widening as they followed a strong set of far too familiar arms to the a face of the absolutely last man she wanted to see tonight. Her ‘date’ had hit the floor hard, blood leaking from the back of his head. But no one really reacted. There were uneasy glances and concerned murmurs, but no one moved to act, because they all knew who he was, and they all knew what happened if you meddled. Isis’ jaw tightened as their eyes met, hers narrowed slightly. “Really, Gavin? Again?” Unlike the rest of the bar’s patrons, Isis wasn’t afraid of Gavin - she was way past that stage in their relationship. @miillennials