"Yeah, well it took a lot from yours too," she replied smoothly. "I just happen to be lucky enough to take a trip to hell and get some of it back." Maybe luck didn't have anything to do with it. She'd been pulled into a place with every single person practically in her life who wanted to flip her switch back to a permanent on position. When she first got here, she'd been as displeased as someone could with no emotions, but then her brother was alive and everything changed. She suddenly couldn't hate this place, but because he was alive, she could if she wanted. Her walls were crumbling and what was behind it was going to get out of control pretty quickly. Elena wondered how she'd manage to keep it together this far, sitting beside Tyler. She fallen to pieces at her brother's feet barely an hour before.
She tilted the glass back, downing the rest of her fourth Daniels in what could have been interpreted of a heart beat for a human. It burned, scorched going down, but Elena managed to avoid gritting her teeth or flinching. "Tyler, people drinking alone look pathetic. Duh," she shot him a faint smirk over the empty glass and placed it back on the counter. The bartender came by and Elena grabbed up the menu, catching his wrist and tugging him back for a brief second. "I'll take some cheesy sticks," she ordered, locking eyes with the young man again. There might have been a brief nod of his head, but he was gone quickly, a fresh drink waiting where her finished one had been. A glance to her side told her he'd given one to Tyler too. She said to keep them coming for both of them. "Maybe I felt bad for you." Elena shrugged her shoulders and nodded towards the kitchen. "You can have some. Just don't eat them all, okay?" A sickly sweet smile tugged at her lips and she lifted her drink for a sip.
She took a small sip and swallowed. "And I'm a bitch." She raised her glass and playfully tapped it against his before putting the end to her lips for a longer drink. She drained half the glass. "You're still here. I think we are just meant to be, Ty," she smiled a bit. The drinks and the speed in which she took them were starting to hit her now. "They don't hate you," she continued. "Everyone is just really overemotional..." It was probably the understatement of the century and once Elena fully had time to think all over again, it was bound to get even worse. "And your girlfriend wants the original. Not you. She doesn't love you." Another sip, but she ended up draining the glass. "And it sucks." A hand touched his arm, brief contact before she pulled back. It was the first sign that the real Elena was coming to life again; the kind that comforted others. "I'm...sorry." she murmured, knowing he'd heard her over the crowd because of his exceptional hearing. "About your mom." She'd never had a chance to really say it. Before she could, Jeremy was dead and her emotions were gone.