#izzy003

[sawyergraves]

Location: Thane Autoshop

@izzyrojas​

It was no secret that Sawyer had missed a lot over the course of the last five years— presidential elections (not that he really cared about any of that), space exploration, the Olympics...but perhaps the biggest knowledge gap resided in the world of social media. Even before his incarceration, Sawyer had never paid it any mind— he'd had no reason to. But now that his return to the fighting ring was rapidly approaching, his recruiter had suggested he set up a profile to help with promotion— which had sounded like a logical idea up until Sawyer had realized he knew nothing about social media. And so in between his appointments at the garage, he was struggling to throw together a decent profile. He was almost ready to call the whole thing off until, in a kind twist of fate, he spotted Izzy lurking nearby, likely waiting on Wyatt. Cracking a quick and easy smile, Sawyer nodded at her, “Keep starin’ at my ass like that, and I’mma have to start chargin’ ya," he sassed, chuckling softly as he started towards her. "How ya been, darlin'? Actually been meanin’ to hit ya up,” he announced, lifting up his phone, “I got one of those...Facebook things?” Sawyer shrugged as he held out his phone for her to take. “Still tryna learn how to work it. Figured ya’d be the best person to ask for help.”

[angelway]

Status: closed @izzyrojas

Location: Izzy’s place

Regret and so much of it.

Angel knows she’s being dramatic, but she keeps thinking of how she wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t offered in the first place. Admittedly, some parts of it is nice, relaxing even. But it’s when Izzy does anything remotely close to her eyes, Angel finds that she’s incapable of not blinking. She almost feels bad, sure it’s frustrating for any makeup artist who has a client who’s so inept at the art of sitting still. At the same time, it makes Angel laugh at this whole situation, how comically ridiculous it is. She’s less of a client, more of a dummy for Iz to test out looks on.

“Izzy, I swear to god, I am so fucking sorry,” She tries to stifle another laugh, tries to hold still, tries to stop fucking blinking. It’s been a long, long while since she’s had someone else do her makeup. And prior to the event at the casino, it had been equally as long since she’d worn makeup in general. She’s not much of a girly girl anymore, hasn’t been since she stopped going by her birth name. Even then, it was all pretend for the sake for other people. She likes being Angel, bare face, incredibly low maintenance.