Izzy's always been someone that has enjoyred the fun things in life. Of course, the list of what she considers fun probably differs from most others. She's pretty sure solving mysteries in the form of autopsies and the extended tests don't fall in the category for most. And maybe fun isn't the right word, but it's what she's good at. She's always been more than willing to be the frivolous one, the distraction, when the time comes and one is needed, though. So, knowing this place even has a nightclub....that's pretty big for her.
That is, if the nightclub actually lives up to the image that is invoked by the word. Everything else ,so far, in this place has fallen just a tad short of the real thing. Plus, the whole glitch thing has just made everything completely confusing.
Either way, Izzy can't help herself. She's majorly in need of lightening things up a little bit, of not strangling that part of herself that loves heels, smiling, social interactions, and all of that. And it's impossible for the young woman to actually shut her training, and her habits off. So, she can't help the smile that she gives Steve. "Well, if you ever decide you want to learn how to dance I'm sure I could help you out there. It's not hard, I promise." Izzy offers, definitely unable to help but notice his embarrassment.
It reminds her of Alec, of her brother. He'd be embarrassed too, by the dancing thing and by the bachelor thing. It makes Izzy miss him more. That's got to be real; she can't help but focus on that fact. Something that she feels so sure about, like the existence of her brother, has to be real. And if that's real....then a whole lot else should be, considering the fact that he's connected with everything else that Izzy remembers (for the most part, anyway).
Brothers, memories, and glitches aside, though, Izzy stands by the poster. It was impossible for her not to zero in on details; that was sort of her job, her jam. So, she looked back and forth between the man in person and the man on the poster, that smile still in place. "I'm good at spotting details, Steve. And you're one of the few familiar faces." Izzy reaches up, tapping the poster lightly with her sadly un-manicured finger. "I couldn't help but notice you....I think you deserved to go a little lower on the list, though, personally." Izzy offers, noticing a few of the other faces weren't quite as attractive, at least in her opinion, before she drops her hand and turns toward her current companion.
"So, two days and you're still getting used to all of this, then?" Izzy jerks her head toward the wall, to make it obvious what she's talking about. It's much easier to focus on this than it is the crap in her head. That's for damn sure.
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That is, if the nightclub actually lives up to the image that is invoked by the word. Everything else ,so far, in this place has fallen just a tad short of the real thing. Plus, the whole glitch thing has just made everything completely confusing.
Either way, Izzy can't help herself. She's majorly in need of lightening things up a little bit, of not strangling that part of herself that loves heels, smiling, social interactions, and all of that. And it's impossible for the young woman to actually shut her training, and her habits off. So, she can't help the smile that she gives Steve. "Well, if you ever decide you want to learn how to dance I'm sure I could help you out there. It's not hard, I promise." Izzy offers, definitely unable to help but notice his embarrassment.
It reminds her of Alec, of her brother. He'd be embarrassed too, by the dancing thing and by the bachelor thing. It makes Izzy miss him more. That's got to be real; she can't help but focus on that fact. Something that she feels so sure about, like the existence of her brother, has to be real. And if that's real....then a whole lot else should be, considering the fact that he's connected with everything else that Izzy remembers (for the most part, anyway).
Brothers, memories, and glitches aside, though, Izzy stands by the poster. It was impossible for her not to zero in on details; that was sort of her job, her jam. So, she looked back and forth between the man in person and the man on the poster, that smile still in place. "I'm good at spotting details, Steve. And you're one of the few familiar faces." Izzy reaches up, tapping the poster lightly with her sadly un-manicured finger. "I couldn't help but notice you....I think you deserved to go a little lower on the list, though, personally." Izzy offers, noticing a few of the other faces weren't quite as attractive, at least in her opinion, before she drops her hand and turns toward her current companion.
"So, two days and you're still getting used to all of this, then?" Izzy jerks her head toward the wall, to make it obvious what she's talking about. It's much easier to focus on this than it is the crap in her head. That's for damn sure.