Heartache Drum

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Dated back to whenever Elsa came home from vacation, because I'm too lazy to check it up. So there.

Now that her sister was back, Erika had planned their meeting. Well, maybe not as much planned as figuring she could deliver all the news at once. Such as her getting herself a new apartment - because living at home was driving her insane, and the other thing, which she honestly had no idea how her sister would actually take; that Erika and Drew had gotten drunkenly married in Las Vegas.

Opening the door to the apartment, Erika stepped inside and turned her head to look at her sister. She had gotten most of the things inside in order. It only missed a few things in some of the rooms, but all in all, she'd spent the few days after returning home from Vegas finishing the smaller details.

"What do you think?" she asked as she looked around. She continued walking further into the apartment. She felt slightly anxious and had already put her white noise on, simply because she wanted to find the right words to deliver the news and not have her sister randomly pick up on it. That hardly seemed like the way to tell her, after all.

Elsa was also the first person she'd tell. No one else knew - save for Drew and herself, and maybe Eve. Erika didn't know if Drew had told his sister yet. Not that it really mattered of course. "There is one other thing though..." she began, her thumb rubbing against her ring finger which was hidden in the pocket of her jacket. She jerked her head to the side. "I didn't bring you here just to show you my apartment," she admitted with a sheepish smile.

Elsa Bellefonte

[Elsa Bellefonte]

The now tanned twin had followed Erika, knowing that she was being led somewhere. Erika clearly had something to share or show or something along those lines, something important enough to be something of a priority upon Elsa's arrival home. Elsa was willing enough to play along, at least for the moment.

An apartment. "It looks like you," Elsa offered, entering the rented premise slowly. Her critical gaze swept the room, taking in each of the slight details. Her mind stretched as well, as it so often did, and she felt the strange static that always hit whenever their shields went up. That caused her to stop for a moment, the surprise showing on her face for just that second. It felt as though her sister had just covered the words of a story she knew so well she could recite: what was the point?

Some other thing, apparently. Elsa turned to look back at her sister. "Is this the sort of thing that will go better with wine?" she asked bluntly, looking around. "I'm assuming you have some somewhere, and I'd love to inebriate my little passenger," she'd already explained the joy of carrying a tapeworm around in her belly to her sister. Elsa was already moving, determined to get wine, because whenever Erika had extra motives, Elsa wanted alcohol, especially with her gut already roiling ever so slightly.

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Pausing, Erika frowned slightly before nodding. Maybe Elsa was right. Maybe this was the kind of news best delivered with wine - or just alcohol in general. Pointing towards the wine cooler located in the kitchen, Erika followed after her sister. Immediately, she went for the cabinets and opened it. She pulled out a wine glass and handed it over to her sister. She, for one, felt it better to stay completely sober. Sure, it didn't help much that she still felt somewhat iffy about drinking after what had happened downtown.

Hoisting herself up on the kitchen island, Erika rested her hands in her lap as she waited for her sister to get situated. She had no idea how Elsa would react to the news, and she was shocked she didn't feel more awkward about delivering the news. Maybe she'd finally realized that at the end of the day, it didn't really matter what everyone else thought or whether or not they supported her. As long as she felt happy and felt like she'd done the right thing, that was all that mattered, right?

Still though, she kept the white noise intact and pursed her lips. Her brown eyes flickered to her sister and rested there a moment before she sharply inhaled. "So..." she began, licking her bottom lip. "As you probably know already, Drew and I recently came home from our trip." So far, so good.

[Elsa Bellefonte]

The wine glass appeared, and Elsa couldn't help but notice that Erika seemed distracted. There stood Elsa with a tapeworm passenger on board. Oh, and there was the whole decidedly alcoholic tendencies. Yet Erika had essentially handed the drink over in, well, that distracted manner. Elsa wasn't going to complain: she took a sip already and eyed her sister. Something was very much going on there, and she was more curious with each passing moment.

For now, she took a seat, figuring that would be necessary as well. Let Erika stand or sit or do whatever. Elsa would sit with a drink and consider. "Yes, you and Drew took quite the long trip," Elsa agreed, nodding, almost distracted herself. No, not quite distracted: Elsa knew this was all preamble. She wanted to get to the real part already, figure out what this was all actually about. It took all she had not to ask her sister to get on with it: she simply took a sip of wine and gave her sister a look that essentially said as much.