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“I know that you think most of my ideas are bad, Eli, but this one is actually not terrible” she began, and okay maybe that wasn’t the best way to pitch an idea to your already wary big brother, but when was she ever good with words, anyway? But she fell into step with him, backpack slung across her shoulder, work uniform on. It was even clean. She was trying. “But it’s one photo shoot and I know people who message you or whatever and ask to take photos of you are generally sketchy but their work seems decent, and they don’t give me serial killer vibes at all.” she explained “and all I really need from you is for you to come act like my body guard, of sorts. Just in case they are a serial killer.”

If there was anything Jenni lacked, it was boundaries. She just didn’t seem to care about them, which explained why when she was walking out of the diner after her final shift, and she spotted none other than her brother, her first thought was to scare him, or well, surprise him, at the very least. It didn’t take long for her to make her decision, because she didn’t really bother with the idea of consequences, so it was mere minutes before she was launching herself onto her brothers back, arms around his neck, “hi, Matty!” she exclaimed, kissing his cheek. 

“So, are you like a totally boring married woman now?” Jenni asked as she plopped herself down next to Angelica, glass of wine in hand. “Because no offense but I refuse to be friends with boring. I have a reputation to keep up with, you know?” she teased, mostly.  She’d never actually drop Angelica as a friend, she was sure the other girl was one of the only actual authentic friends she had, if she had to think about it, which she refused to do, it was glaringly obvious she wasn’t the best when it came to personal relationships. “Though, he is hot so I totally get it.”

Most wouldn’t categorize needing an avocado for her salad an emergency, but Jenni rarely cared what other people thought. Her relationship with Matthew was different than that of hers and Elijahs, but, she generally had no boundaries so that didn’t particularly matter to her. Letting herself into his house with the spare key she stole was probably over stepping whatever boundaries she should set for herself, but she didn’t bother with thinking about that, instead she called out when she stepped in “Matthew? Maaaaatttt” she tried again, knowing the nickname itself would bother him enough for him to answer her. 

“This may all seem like a bunch of witchcraft, and okay, it definitely kind of is, but it’ll be good for you, I promise” she was moving around her living room, lighting just the right combination of incense and candles. Once she had down that and examined the room, make sure the lighting and the energy felt right, she gestured towards the two large pillows on the floor. “Sit, I have one more thing to do” she explained before she was off to grab a red, yellow and orange candle, settling them in the space between the two large pillows on the ground and then finally setting crossed legged on her own pillow “you wanna talk about what’s going on before we begin?”

“There are only two rules tonight” Rose began as she handed him off one of the two shots of tequila she had in her hand. She had a rare night off and she had dragged Declan out with her, which was no easy feat. “First, is you don’t turn down any of the drinks I give you, you just take it and shut up” she began, reaching for two limes from the small thing that sat atop the bar, she handed him one “second rule is that you have some fun, okay?” and then she was lifting her shot and furrowing her eyebrows “to...having a good time? And letting loose.”