Alana/O'Brien/Aileen/OPEN
She giggled at the antics of her siblings. She and her sisters had always felt this great urge to fuss their brother if only because it made him twitch and tell them "stop that". She'd swat them both if she knew they both thought she looked great in jeans. Then again, she never thought she looked that beautiful to begin with. Attractive, sure. Pretty at best. Lovely or beautiful? Don't make her laugh.
This talk of not going back to the loft and the suggestion of why actually did make her chuckle and roll her eyes. All she's seen in the area are babies compared to her, in her opinion, and she wasn't quite ready to become a cougar, thanks. Of course Brannon's warning made her wrinkle her nose at him with a wry smirk curling her lips. "Do you honestly think I came out tonight without a gun? I can get me and Alana back to the loft if need be." Then she poked him hard in the ribs she knew weren't that bruised. "And don't call us Brats."