the friendship between the two girls could come as quite a shock to anyone other than themselves. savannah had a future going for her, and isla.. not so much. savannah was naive, innocent, while isla witnessed two hobos fist fighting over cardboard homes right outside of her apartment building on the way to the bar. it was a ritual, almost. they’d meet up at one of the many bars in chicago, have a couple of drinks and a few laughs. this particular bar made the grunge girl stand out quite a bit, and wasn’t spared by on-lookers stares. she felt a twinge of annoyance for the average north-sider, but it was quickly smothered at the sight of one of her favorite people who hailed from the dreaded north side. “ how goes it, kid ?? ” isla smiled, hopping onto one of the bar stools beside her. // @savannhs