#o: h.hidalgo

[izaralevine]

LOCATION: Gentille Fille. TIME: 23:43 CLOSED FOR: @theyperform

"⏤You did not, Harls."

And there it sits, a cake. In all its glory. Izara's looking at them, a faux scorn ruffling her features, and her feathers. Because Harley's given her those too. A playful, dance they orchestrate that has her reminding them with a laugh: "My birthday was two months ago, what are you⏤ oh⏤?"

Something brushes against her leg, he knee knocks the underside of the booth table; the drinks atop it shake, and the cake skirts on the topside. Izara's quickly ducking her head beneath the marbling to see what ⏤ or who it is. Eyes fly back up to Hidalgo, shaking her head, despite laughter. They know exactly what they're doing. "You're always trouble ⏤ who put you up to this, Lu? Lux?."