ISLA
It's busier than Isla expects it to be, though she doesn't suppose she ought to be surprised by that. Still, this is arguably the most people she's been around since before the war, and it has her finishing her drink perhaps a little faster than she intends to. And yes, she does get herself another when she's done. Burying her toes in the sand and people-watching more than making conversation, she does eventually give Sunjata a gentle nudge in the ribs.
"You can go mingle, you know," she says. "It's good for you. You probably know a lot more people here than I do anyway." And then some. Most of the people Isla used to know are either dead, missing, or have chosen to forget everything about her.
And if that isn't a reason to keep drinking, she doesn't know what is.
"You can go mingle, you know," she says. "It's good for you. You probably know a lot more people here than I do anyway." And then some. Most of the people Isla used to know are either dead, missing, or have chosen to forget everything about her.
And if that isn't a reason to keep drinking, she doesn't know what is.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
