YouDon'tCareIfIt'sWrongOrIfIt'sRight [Izzie]

[Gage Mason]

Gage was really starting to think interning for Vera wasn't the best of decisions he'd made in his life. Granted there was the entertainment factor that he certainly had no problem with but it was just fcuking boring most of the time. More often than not, when Vera was teaching, Gage was left alone in her office with fcuking paperwork or similar boring shit. That got old fast--even with the promises of late night entertainment.

Lately, as soon as he was done with whatever Vera had given him to do, he'd deem himself due for a break and go off to do whatever. Smoke, drink, find the closest female companion and do all three at once.

Today he'd chosen the astronomy tower. He didn't have any alcohol on him and had left his cigarettes in Vera's office so he was oh for two right now. As he hadn't found anyone to bring up here with him--that pretty much ruled out the female companion too. Oh for three apparently.

Groaning a bit, he pulled himself up onto the table in the middle of the room and looked around. The tower looked harmless enough today. No horrible beasties lurking around waiting to push him out a window or anything--which was a step up from most days.

[Isabelle Davis]

Isabelle slowly walking into the classroom, skinning up as she walked. It had become quite a talent, she didn't have to even concentrate on what she was doing. Her eyes landed on Gage, as the smell of her weed filled the tower. So what if it was a muggle drug, it was good and was one of her party drugs. Slipping her baggy back into her pocket, she rolled three times and formed the perfect splif and licked the paper not taking her eyes from the boy her front of her.

She has seen him around quite often, he was a bit of eye candy for her to look at. She had always enjoyed the view. "Hey you" She purred in her French accent. Walking over to one of the windows, she climbed up. Her feet dangling out of the window. Before slowly place ERher splif to her mouth and lighting it.

Isabelle had never cared much what people thought about her, but she knew the boy from his Slytherin days and there was no way in hell he would grass, besides she would share if he asked nicely.

[Gage Mason]

Gage watched Isabelle walk into the room and he immediately wanted to just fcuking tackle her and go at it. Being the potions intern meant that he didn't get nearly enough ass--and Isabelle was like prime fcuking ass here. She was French. That just made him grin. French girls--at least the ones who weren't hairy--God he loved the French.

He knew what she was doing--and as a staff member, he should've stopped her and confiscated the "drug" (he'd never considered pot a real drug, honestly). However, Gage wasn't a very good staff member. In fact, he was a very bad staff member. He wasn't going to take it from her--not unless she was sharing with him anyways.

"Hey." Wow, didn't take a genius to come up with that reply did it. Give the guy some credit--he was trying to contain himself from grabbing hold of this girl and fcuking her until she couldn't move. Even getting a 'hey' out was a pretty damn good step.

Smirking, he walked over to her and stood between her dangling legs, his hands on the window sill on both sides of her hips. Gage felt weird. With her sitting up on the sill, she was actually just about as tall as he was. Which meant he wasn't looking down, he was looking fcuking straight and that was weird.

"Don't tell me you're keepin' it all to yourself," he said quietly, smiling a bit. Fcuking reefer wasn't even that good--but with Isabelle here, why the fcuk not? He was wasting time and she happened to have a very viable time wasting option.