[b]Elysia[/b]

Once Sia had gotten over the initial surprise of seeing Jett lounging in her sitting room, she grinned at him and stepped further into the room, slipping her heels off along the way. Her apartment was mostly open plan, with just the bathroom and bedroom off in separate rooms. The wall next to the living room side of the house was floor to ceiling windows with a sliding door that lead off to a small balcony.

"Hey! It's so good to see you," she told him, ignoring his question about what was going on. She'd originally thought he might be hear to talk about Veronica, though he wasn't really one to talk about his feelings, but his words confirmed the real reason. She sighed deeply and headed into the kitchen area. "My parents called yours, then? Sorry Jett but I'm really not going back this time," she told him firmly, taking two beers out of the fridge and crossing the room to flop down next to him on the couch. She handed him one and opened her one, drinking deeply from the bottle for a moment before sighing again. Trust them to get Jett on her case. He always seemed to have a way of convincing her to go back home. Damn him and his big brown eyes.

"God, you don't even know the half of it," she grumbled, moving forward to set her beer bottle down on the coffee table. She could already see Jack's smug face and his stupid sisters giggling and whispering behind her back. UGH. The whole lot of them drove her crazy. There was no way she was going to go through with it. "You wouldn't be here to bring me home if you knew why they wanted me back so badly," she insisted, pouting childishly. It was possible that his parents were furious at him for ending things with Veronica. That would have been a marriage that would really have secured their dominance over the rest of the vampiric society. Maybe he'd run away with her if she told him what was going on. Or maybe he'd tell her to stop being stupid and go home. 

"So how are you holding up?" Sia asked, hoping to change the topic. She moved so that she was facing him on the couch and pulled her legs up underneath her. "My parents told me about Veronica when they called. You seem like you're taking it okay." Better than she was taking her own problems, anyway. Or maybe he'd already had a few drunken nights out and had gotten his shit together. Too bad. She would have liked to party with him.