#Adrian006

[izzyrojas]

@adrianhcndrix​

To say that things have been rough for the woman is an understatement. One of her best friends, Sutton Hart— well, she’s dead. And Izzy has never been good at processing death. She’s always lived fast and lived hard but death was not something that she ever thinks about. Izzy had always just eluded death. But there’s not a lot that they can do now, the woman is going into the ground and Izzy is left here, wishing that she’d had something— maybe it’s time. Maybe it’s the sweet oblivion of numbness. But truly, in this moment, all she can think about is heading to the backside of the Dive, the place where she knew one dancer was. She ignores the greetings and the ‘where ya going’s of the larger bar area, beelining for Adrian. 

Izzy breathes in, trying to hold back the feeling of sick in her throat and the weight of the tears she’s been crying. She’s a mess, that’s all anyone would say— but she has reason to be, doesn’t she? “Adrian. I need a favor, baby.” she says solemnly, no hint of her usual smile, no hint of remorse. Just the breath of someone who’s clearly choosing a path of their own. “I need something. Whatever you have.”