"You're telling us to leave, And what, risk our lives trying to make our way home? Why would we do that?" Isabella asked rhetorically. The whole zombie princess thing happened to quickly for her to process it through her intoxicated brain, she just managed to come to her senses after the fact. Isabella grabbed onto Noah's hand, "Don't be a hero! From what I know from moives, lone-wolves die firrssthh..." Isabella tried to say, dry-heaving just as she finished talking. Her words were still slurred but she felt as if she was talking perfectly clear, and with as much emotion as she imagined. "Noah...Y-You can't go in by yourself! Shit, You almost got eaten by princesses! Think about an entire party...W-Were coming with you." Isabella managed to say.

Isabella straightened her costume jacket, and steadied her fake top hat. If she was sober she'd be hunched over in the fetal position in some dark corner, thank god Whiskey was liquid courage or else she might of actually taken Noah suggestion. She puffed her chest out, as if to look stronger than she was, and walked thunderously towards the house. Every step was a shaky one, almost falling over as she walked. 

It was obvious to anyone that Izzy was just going to blindly walk in there and start throwing punching.