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The only reason Evie was even going to this party this late at night was Evie...really had nothing to say there. Not a thing. She had no real reason for going. Just that she wanted to go. She missed parties on the Isle. They were wild. Loud. Went all night. Sometimes there were piles of sleeping people everywhere when the sun came up and Evie thought that was the best.
Still, going with Harry Hook? Probably not her best choice. Probably the dumbest thing she could do. She really did want all of them to get along, now that the Isle was free of it's barrier and people could come and go as they pleased. But it was almost one AM. And she had a boatload of nothing to do the next day, so going to a party with Harry Hook was what she was going to do.
And it wasn't a date. It was two people trying to be friends.
She could practically hear Lonnie questioning her and see her raising an eyebrow in disbelief as Evie yanked off her pajamas and pulled on one of her older outfits.
She didn't have time to make her own for this party, she'd been too busy with everyone else's. And she didn't exactly have plans to go, either, so there was desire to actually plan anything.
Whatever. It didn't matter. She's going to be late to meet Harry at the bridge and if she's still pulling some of her blue and black hair back into a fairly complicated fishtail braid as she walks up to the bridge, so be it.
"Hannah didn't invite either of us, which means she actually wants us there." It was Isle Tradition. If you wanted people at your party, you didn't invite them. If you didn't want them, you made a huge deal of inviting them. Evie hadn't been invited. She just heard about it.
"I hadn't planned on going, but after the movie Jay and Carlos made me watch, I don't think I'll be sleeping for a while. You ready?"
Still, going with Harry Hook? Probably not her best choice. Probably the dumbest thing she could do. She really did want all of them to get along, now that the Isle was free of it's barrier and people could come and go as they pleased. But it was almost one AM. And she had a boatload of nothing to do the next day, so going to a party with Harry Hook was what she was going to do.
And it wasn't a date. It was two people trying to be friends.
She could practically hear Lonnie questioning her and see her raising an eyebrow in disbelief as Evie yanked off her pajamas and pulled on one of her older outfits.
She didn't have time to make her own for this party, she'd been too busy with everyone else's. And she didn't exactly have plans to go, either, so there was desire to actually plan anything.
Whatever. It didn't matter. She's going to be late to meet Harry at the bridge and if she's still pulling some of her blue and black hair back into a fairly complicated fishtail braid as she walks up to the bridge, so be it.
"Hannah didn't invite either of us, which means she actually wants us there." It was Isle Tradition. If you wanted people at your party, you didn't invite them. If you didn't want them, you made a huge deal of inviting them. Evie hadn't been invited. She just heard about it.
"I hadn't planned on going, but after the movie Jay and Carlos made me watch, I don't think I'll be sleeping for a while. You ready?"
