The Apartment, New York, Monday

[seveninchmotto]

At her core, Isabelle didn't much identify as American. If anything, she was a New Yorker, but a nationality? She didn't really have one. She was a Shadowhunter, first and foremost. And they had their own holidays and traditions. They didn't tend to get too tangled up in the traditions of wherever they were stationed. No matter if they lived there their entire lives – they were always set apart, somehow. It was a Shadow World thing.

But still, Isabelle was looking forward to some fireworks tonight, later. Something special and pretty. It might not have been her holiday, but she could still enjoy certain parts of it. Besides, it seemed like a good reward for the hard work she'd gotten through today by cleaning the apartment!

Which was to say, cleaning two closets in the bedroom, which she was finishing up now. She could do more cleaning tomorrow. If nothing more interesting popped up, and if she remembered.

[ooc: NFB but open!]

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[flickofthewrist]

Flick made sure to make eye contact with the few people that were still paying attention to him and then he grinned.

"All right then," he said and climbed down, taking his seat. "How was that, huh?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Like I want to ride you right here on this table."

She could be nonchalant about the dirtiest things, sometimes.

"I love you."

[flickofthewrist]

"Now that might get us kicked out of here," he said but he couldn't stop his eyes from widening or his voice from lowering. "Later, though. I love you too."

[seveninchmotto]

"Got you interested, though," she teased with a smirk. "But later, at home. Probably."

[flickofthewrist]

"Probably," he said and returned her smirk with one of his own. "Eat the rest of your food, Izzy. And then we'll go home and get to work on probably."

[seveninchmotto]

She was really only finishing up her smoothie, anyway.

There was a straw. It was vaguely suggestive.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick watched her for longer than was probably necessary before he laughed, shook his head and looked down at his food.

She was terrible.

He loved it.

[seveninchmotto]

He really did, and she knew it.

She finished her smoothie and popped a few of the last fries into her mouth.

"All done."

[flickofthewrist]

"I see that," he said, grinning. "Would you like to do something else or go back home?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Home," she said, without missing a beat. "Definitely home."

[flickofthewrist]

"Good," he said, dropping a few bills on the table (including tip) and stood up, holding a hand out to her. "Let's go, then."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle got up and took his hand.

"You lead the way, this time."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick gave her hand a squeeze and wound his way to the front of Taki's.

"Done," he said and opened the door so they could head on home together.

[seveninchmotto]

And she followed easily.

They had a ton of fun to get back to.