“You look like shit,” Victoria mused, dropping a bag of breakfast sandwiches on the kitchen table before taking a seat next to Bidelia. Noticing the look that was on her sister’s face, the brunette leaned in just a bit further away from the older woman before shouting to the children down the hall, knowing that it was likely at least one of ‘em had heard her drive up. “Kids, breakfast!"· Johnny had called her that morning asking about food, and she could see why, it seemed her big sister had found her way into the bottom of a bottle last night. If it had been anyone else, she probably would have refused, but Vic wasn’t the type to let someone in her family suffer, no matter how she felt about their mother most of the time. It wasn’t long before the three teenagers ran down the hall and grabbed the bag, each offering a thanks to their aunt before they rushed off into some other area of the house to devour its contents. She considered whether she should have told them to leave one for their mother, but she figured that Bidelia would have needed something more substantial to curb the effects of that hangover she was sporting. Out of a pure act of kindness, Victoria pushed up from the table and walked over towards the coffee pot, refilling her sister’s mug before she set it in front of the older brunette, and made one for herself as well.
It wasn’t exactly what most people would classify as early in the morning, but from the way Bidelia looked, Vic was sure that it had been a long night for her. A part of her wanted to ask, but she knew rather than to piss Delia off when she was in this state. It wasn’t like Victoria and her sister were on good terms, in any sense of the word, but they’d managed to be civil towards each other more often lately, and Vic had to admit, she liked the change. While she was a bit concerned at what it was that caused Bidelia to overindulge the previous night, there was no way that the brunette would divulge any sort of information in this state, at least, not until she was a bit more sociable. Even then, Delia really didn’t tell Victoria much about what was going on, something that seemed to frustrate the younger woman to no end. She’d had enough of her parents and her siblings hiding things from her when she was younger to try and protect her, she figured that shit would have stopped when she became an adult. Vic was concerned, but there was no use in voicing such, it would probably only result in some form of argument. Tapping her fingers against the mug, Victoria hovered near the coffee pot for a few more moments before making her way back over towards the table, once again taking a seat next to the older woman.
For the past few weeks, Vic had gotten herself a bit preoccupied with school and hadn't really cared to keep in touch with her family, much to her mother's dismay. Catherine called her repeatedly in an attempt to get an update on her youngest daughter, and eventually, Vic just ignored her, claiming that she was working on a project or something similar in an attempt to stop her mother from bothering her. While the old woman meant well, she could be as annoying as fuck when she wanted to, something that Victoria had unfortunately inherited. Brushing a piece of hair back behind her ear, Vic took a sip of the coffee, still holding the warm mug between her palms. "How're they doin'?" She questioned, tilting her head slightly towards the sound of the three teenagers in another room, figuring that it was a safe topic, for now. Vic knew that she couldn't just come right out and ask if Bidelia was planning on attending the family dinner that week, especially if she actually wanted the older woman to come. If Catherine had been bothering Delia about it as much as she had been Victoria, she knew that it was more than likely going to be a hassle to get the older woman to agree. Looking over in her older sister's direction, Victoria took another sip from her mug, awaiting her sister's answer.
