Isabelle "Iz" Oikonomou-Jo

You just threw yourselves in the worn, old couches in the private room in the back of the small venue. Isabelle is visibly excited about your performance just now. "That was fucking INSANE, lads!" Fletcher smiles in agreement, while Joshua throws you a goofy grin. "I don't know man.. I fucked the intro to 'Shackled' up pretty hard." Isabelle interjects: "Yeah and who noticed? That's right, absolutely nobody, you uptight goofball, you! And you, Ty you were fucking ON FIRE! Are we getting drinks now or WHAT?!" Joshua and Fletcher share a hesitant look, as Fletcher shrugs. He murmurs apologetically: "We actually talked about it. I didn't sleep well last night, so Joshua and I agreed to get some rest for once, and watch a movie in the motel room. But you're welcome to join...?" Isabelle is not having it. "Okay, grandpa and grandpa's lil' grooming victim. You inbred couch potatoes go do that, and then Ty and I will go get shots and a big fat joint to celebrate! Right, Ty??" She looks at you with the electric, manic excitement of a kid in a chocolate factory; eagerly awaiting your consent to getting just *a little bit messed up, before you go back to the van. Or whatever else she comes up with. No pressure."