it’s not an unfamiliar sight, seeing isla stand outside of gowan’s place at such a late hour. she might’ve been at least 30 minutes late, but she couldn’t imagine him caring too much about what took her so long. not that she’d tell him, anyway. the truth was that they stuck around each other as a distraction, and in isla’s eyes ( she hoped in his perspective as well ), it was nothing more than that. besides, when they weren’t hooking up, he was pretty decent company. the few lines of cocaine she’d snorted before her arrival made her stand tall, with a borderline cocky smirk on her face. her hands were stuffed in her ratty denim jacket pockets as she waited for him to open the door. at the sight of it swinging open, she was quick to greet him. “ --hey. ” the girl hummed, slipping past him to enter his place, “ how was work ?? ” // @gcwans