With a nod, Jaida moved to dig into the little stash of liquor she kept on hand, pouring each of them something to calm the nerves. She was so concerned with trying to be there, to provide some kind of support for Vivian, that J barely noticed how out of it she was acting. Sure, she hadn't been expecting some happy-go-lucky attitude upon her return from Dacia's funeral, but even this was a bit off key for Viv. Crossing back to her, J offered up one of the glasses, keeping the other for herself. A little liquid courage never hurt, right? Once Vivian had taken the glass from her, she lowered herself down to take a seat at her side on the mattress, taking a swallow from her own glass.
It seemed like breaking the silence might be a good start to things, if only she could find a way to do it without sticking her foot in her mouth. Jaida glanced over for a moment, leaning forward to give it her best go...when Vivian beat her to the punch. She was a bit surprised to hear that selling her parents' place, not to mention Dacia's, was already an option...but then again, J figured it did make a kind of sense. Who wanted that kind of reminder lurking around? Houses seemed like one big giant ghost, just waiting to remind you of all the things you'd lost. Yeah, maybe getting rid of those was a good idea.
It was the next thing the came from those lips that stopped Jaida short. Her eyes lifted a split-second after Vivian's did, the hurt her words had driven into the muse shining nakedly for a moment before she slid that wall of apathy back into place. Pushing herself to her feet, J put physical space between them, raising her glass to her lips to down the rest of the liquor it held before she moved to refill it. She shouldn't be surprised, really, wasn't this the type of thing she was used to? It wasn't like people in her life ever bothered to stay around. Why should Viv be any different? She downed the refilled drink in a quick gulp, turning back to face the vamp seated on her bed, leaning her slim hips back against the dresser behind her. "Gotcha," she nodded, trying to keep up that careless bohemian aura she seemed to radiate, "I hear ya loud and clear. Wouldn't want you to stay here and suffer. You know, when there's nothing worth staying for." Was it a little petty? Perhaps, but she was pissed as hell and the claws were officially out. It would be a lot easier to watch Vivian go if she could make them hate each other first.