Annie + Open
It had been far too long since Annie had been to a housewarming party for her to have any idea what she should bring. For some reason, all that would come to mind was some sort of kitchen gadget, a salad shooter or a waffle maker, and she had a good idea that Derek just wasn't that sort of guy. She went with an old standby: a large bottle of Jack.
Lord knew she could use a drink. Somewhere in Philly, she was certain her mother was getting a migraine to alert her to to the fact that her daughter was fraternizing with a vampire, and assuming it was just too much wine with dinner.
She left the bottle on a kitchen counter and wandered into the living area, leaning a hip against the sofa to watch the gaming happening on the television screen.