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Izaak had not a clue whose party this was that he was imposing on, he had no idea who had paid for the breezer in his hand or whose seat chair he was sitting on. There were several people he knew and a few that he was friends with who, after insisting that he needed to get back on the party scene, had dragged him all the way over to something with little other purpose behind it than Thank God Its Friday. A rugged sigh broke from the twenty year olds lips as he took another thirsty swig from the lemony sweetness of the bottle in hand and reached up with the other to rub it roughly across the back of his neck. His friends were no longer in sight, probably chugging down yet another carton of beer and Izaak was hovering between making a quick escape while he still could or sidling up to a familiar, or not so familiar face to spend the night in their company.
With another thirsty draught from the long neck the breezer was drained empty and Izaak set it down with a distinctive chink against the surface of the table. After watching a few people grind their hips to a song that he couldnt say he minded, Izaak decided that now was not the time to spend musing bitterly over how better this time could have been spent with his girlfriend instead. He needed to get off of his damned high horse. But as the music changed Izaak could not help but yearn for a night in with the Kooks and his beautiful Isabella and groaned beneath the depths of his breath, What is this sh*t?
Whilst pushing up the sleeves of his taupe grey bomber jacket, his azure eyes caught the figure of a girl, no more than a few years younger than him, that had that Queen Bee air about her. But it was not her confidence that struck Izaak, it was something else, something familiar. She seemed to remind him of someone so much in fact that he found himself subconsciously smiling at her but quickly caught himself and darted his striking blue eyes away from her to reach for another breezer.
With another thirsty draught from the long neck the breezer was drained empty and Izaak set it down with a distinctive chink against the surface of the table. After watching a few people grind their hips to a song that he couldnt say he minded, Izaak decided that now was not the time to spend musing bitterly over how better this time could have been spent with his girlfriend instead. He needed to get off of his damned high horse. But as the music changed Izaak could not help but yearn for a night in with the Kooks and his beautiful Isabella and groaned beneath the depths of his breath, What is this sh*t?
Whilst pushing up the sleeves of his taupe grey bomber jacket, his azure eyes caught the figure of a girl, no more than a few years younger than him, that had that Queen Bee air about her. But it was not her confidence that struck Izaak, it was something else, something familiar. She seemed to remind him of someone so much in fact that he found himself subconsciously smiling at her but quickly caught himself and darted his striking blue eyes away from her to reach for another breezer.