What We Do In the Shadows: "Jen..."

What We Do In The Shadows: "Jen..."Part CVII...

What We Do In The Shadows: "Jen..."

Summary: There are unexpected consequences when Laszlo seeks a new human familiar...

Part CVII...

"Hey, El..." Jacqueta had found her sis back downstairs, sitting rather dully on the white sofa, rather zonked, though awake.

Unusual for Miss College Partier but perhaps she found the thing too dull for the likes of her. "Nice party...?"

"I guess..." Ellie, flatly. "I'm tired. But I couldn't sleep up stairs."

Cut back a moment to shot of Nadja and Char with Ms. Reynolds, "Jan Horton"/Samarta/Rita, another lady from the Historical Society, and just joined, at Nadja's eager request on spying her leaving the bedroom she'd just put Ellie, Ginny, the others loudly oohing over the various upstairs rooms, Ginny dutifully following.

After all, El's ok and Colin's backed off...It's not just that I'm an adoring slave/minion. And my Mistress Nadja would insist on my tending Ellie if she knew she'd been drained.

Back to present...

Hmmn...I expected cynical sarcasm or an outright expression of wish to vacate. "You ok? You seem kinda...?" Jacqueta eyes her sis.

"I'm really tired." Sigh. "I think I need to go to back to bed." Rubbing face.

"I'll speak to Mom..." Jacqueta, now a bit sincerely worried.

A plea to be taken anywhere but this gathering of dweebs...A sneering remark to the effect that I probably was having a whale of a time with said dweebs. That I expect.

This...Worries me.

"Yeah..." Ellie sighs

"I can take you if she has to stay." Jacqueta rises hurriedly, spying Ginny and Nadja's touring part back with the group about Laszlo. Jennifer with her kid in arms looking a bit ready to head out as well as she watched her husband chatting eagerly with Professor Devers and the others. Eyeing "Jan" the young new arrival from the Historical Society...

Rather neat that one takes an interest in history. She seems pretty cool. And ok, rather hot.

I'm committed to my relationship but not dead, after all.

"Anything wrong..." Brittany had come over, seeing her friend looking about anxiously.

"I think El's sick. She's pretty zonked. I'm gonna take her home after I let Mom know." Jacqueta notes.

Nandor, with Marwa/Martha on arm, approaching...

Like that guy...Jacqueta notes to Brittany. "You don't see many guys who are willing to dress 60s/70s-ish style with the capes and all that."

"He is kinda cute as guys go." Brittany agrees.

"And I notice Mom seems rather fond of him, though things have been going well with Rich Devers recently."

"Your mom playing the field...Good for her." Brittany grins. "Though by what I see, he seems fixated on Martha..."

"So, I noticed..." Jacqueta nods.

"Which is very cool. She's a neat lady and nice to see a guy interested in a lady his age. European guys are kinda classy that way." She notes. "But, so much for an incredibly wealthy stepfather. But a good guy like Rich is ok, I guess." Grin.

"I'll hope that means none of those older European guys hit on you in Spain." Brittany, mock frown.

"Miss Jacqueta, Miss Brittany..." Nandor, offering bow as he approaches.