With A Little Help From My Friend
Issy was on her eighth shot when she and her friends had started dancing on tables in the club they were in. She was back in New York for fall break, and went right back to the party scene as soon as the sun went down. The weeks before she had left had been filled with more alcohol, slightly scandalous front page stories of gossip magazines no one even read and plenty of arguments with her dad about her reckless behavior. She managed to mostly keep it from her best friend, telling Pietro she was just blowing off a bit of steam and Tony was just paranoid. But now she was back after a month and a half long break from the night life of the city and reckless behavior couldn't even begin to describe what she wanted out of her nights.
She looked over the people dancing on the floor of the club, all of which were mostly watching her and her model friends dancing on their tables together. They were hard not to look at, all wearing little black dresses with low necklines and short hemlines and still in their makeup from their latest photo shoot, all eyes were on them. The redhead scanned the crowd again when she noticed silver hair that could only belong to one person moving toward her. When she could finally she his face, he did not look happy with her.
"Pietro? What the fuck are you doing here?"
