#andreaxweber

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.

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!”

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.