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with: @andreaxweber where: andrea and aurelia's cottage home, henderson when: december 9th, 1996

Chanukah wasn't as devoutly celebrated by her sisters as it once was, but for the second year since they'd found their way back into the fold, Annaki had insisted that the quadruplets should all get together for a mini feast and a lighting of the candles. It was quiet, which was all they could ask for, and there weren't any arguments to be had when Cyrek was sorely preoccupied by the other families he was split between. ( Everyone wanted the attention of their big brother, and no one could argue that it saved Atticus and Avgi from butting heads with him. )

However, they had overdone it this year, and there was too much food leftover, that they had offered to take the leftovers down to Henderson and out of the fridge to be delivered to their sister's now former roommate. It was nice to see that they were making a life for themselves — the house didn't seem shabby, and it was out of the way, perking up wonderment of whether it was any kind of future that the ticket taker could aspire for where Samantha was concerned.

Smiling when the door opened, it fell away quickly, comfortable with assuming the resting phlegmatic expression that succeeded mingling with others. "Hi. Annaki and I thought this would be a nice housewarming gift... I'm guessing you two are finding yourself short on time with the gift-shopping rush of the season and shit." Holding out the basket stuffed full of tupperware, they added, "Just, like, return the plastic ware when you can, yeah? I'm going to be the one pulling my hair out if I have to help Annaki look for a whole other set. Oh, and I have another gift, too... I had a cab drop me, so I shoved it in this basket somewhere. Mind if I come in?"

#c: andrea #andreaxweber

with: @andreaxweber where: andrea and annaki's home when: july 30th, 1996

"Are you sure you should be going out and meeting up with Aurelia in this fucking mess?" Aourora peeked from behind the curtains at the torrential rain coming down from the heavens, and made no illusions of understanding why Andrea still wanted to depart for a little while — a birthday could be celebrated another day, in their book, and going to the water tower sounded like a bad idea. They supposed they had no horse in the race; the blonde was their sister's roommate, and the attendant had come over to wait for Annaki to return home with their brother and sister-in-law, safe and sound. At this rate, it looked like they'd be stranded at the international airport, as they couldn't imagine their baby quadruplet getting behind the wheel when they could barely see over it to begin with. "All that lightning looks kind of wicked, and it's not supposed to stop for the rest of the night. Maybe Aurelia could just come here?" Fidgeting with their fingers, the thought mounted that if the record manager left and got injured, wouldn't they be to blame for letting her step foot out the door? It brought them back to the night Alice had been shot, trying to snoop around so-called loose ends — for fuck's sake, crime was everywhere in Las Vegas! It didn't have to boil down to a grandiose scheme, though anyone would be foolhardy to believe there wasn't someone pulling strings behind the curtains. "Can I at least dig up an umbrella in the closet for you? Relia's going to kill me if you don't have that, at least. Especially if you're lugging around that big boombox, you're probably going to want it or the thing's gonna be toast..." Oh god, they sounded like their brother — a total fucking worrywart. Pinching two fingers together, they exhaled. "Think you could wait another half hour? Maybe my sister will be home then."

#c: andrea #andreaxweber #sorry this came so late!#q.

@andreaxweber — river & andrea

river’s empathy powers weren’t entirely awful. they had their upsides. for example, while she may have had her hand marked with a thick black ‘x’ upon entrance to the club, branding her for the night as too young for any of the real fun to be had — all of which revolved around alcohol — she didn’t need the booze to turn the party up. all she had to do was hit the dance floor, the rush of endorphins and ecstasy highs rubbing off on her with every brushed shoulder and bumped hip. the lights, the music, being surrounded by dozens upon dozens of people all having incredible time? it was an empath’s dream. after a while, though, the techno-dubstep-edm-whatever started to wear on her eardrums, and it was the only thing bringing her down. she needed to hear some real music. so at that, she made her way over to the dj’s booth. a chick? river wasn’t expecting that, but she could definitely roll with it. “hey, can i put in a request?” she called, hopefully cutting through the blaring music and noisy crowd. “some joan jett would be pretty dope right now!”

#river ┼ andrea #andreaxweber

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ana could see the appeal of a club like this, sort of. it was dimly lit, loud, and crowded, an otherwise perfect setting for someone in her line of work, but it wasn’t somewhere she’d come for personal fun. outside of work, she didn’t like crowds. in that aspect, being related to the owner had its perks, she could stop by for drinks or whatever before they were officially opened. she’d noticed the vampire around before, however. ❝ so, the whole dj thing, how does that work ?? do you just play what you like or do they make you play the ‘ current ’ stuff ?? ❞ she inquired out of curiosity. some of the current stuff was okay but in her opinion, most of it was rubbish and too robotic.