#o: e.beaufort

[izaralevine]

LOCATION: Gaskit & Wheels , Bronx TIME: 13:20 Closed for : @elizabeaufort

“Oh shit, El, hey,”

The woman’s snuck up behind her, heeled shoes had nothing on the sound of a hammer on a stubborn bolt. Iz has a welders guard tipped upwards atop her head, fresh oil pooling across her overalls.

It’s just then crossed her mind — fuck —

“I swear, I’m nearly done,” she isn’t — and it’s very clear she isn’t — “I just have to work on the carbonator… it’s a—“ huge fucking task “—quick one.”

I totally did not forget we had a girls date today.

“You booked us for that — the escape thing, right? The puzzles, and brain teasers? Shit, I’ll be quick, what time do we gotta get there for, E?”

There’s a clang where Izara’s still forcing the bolt the play ball. And she knows none of this is Eliza’s scene — hell, escape games aren’t hers either. But, adventurous hearts, aren’t afraid of new experiences.

She cannot disappoint Beaufort, her heart hurts to think about it. She lifts off her guard, and streaks black oil across her cheek in the process: “Gimme five, I’ll wrap it up.”