Why do I do these things I do to myself? Who: Gwyneth and Elena Where: The hotel party! When: Evening
Gwyneth could never turn away a good party. No matter who - or what - the company turned out to be, give her a few people to talk to and an open bar and she would be there. It wasn't so much that she was drinking to get drunk, but that she was a social girl and always with a drink in hand, and when said drink emptied, of course it needed to be replaced. When she could feel the alcohol in her system, she'd stop. Right now she was pleasantly buzzed and enjoying the conversations around her, even while she was trying to keep an eye out for the rest of her family. Honestly, she'd seen what Kendal left the house in, it was only a matter of time before her sister did something crazy. Whether or not Kendal would regret it come morning remained to be seen. Gwyneth doubted it, however.
That did not mean, however, in everyone's celebration of the hotel opening and the supernatural guests everywhere, that Gwyneth was discussing her own abilities. Far from it, as a matter of fact. Her familiar was not here for a reason and the only one who knew anything was Melody, who knew better than to mention the word "elementalism." Mostly. That was a secret Gwyneth would deal with when she had to, and now wasn't the time for it. It might never be time for it.
Right now? She was enjoying herself, and there wasn't much that could bring her mood down. Not even mentioning her stepdaughter Giada or the ghost of her ex-husband... who Gwyneth was not entirely convinced wasn't an hallucination. Excusing herself, she left the couple she was talking to so she could get another drink, toying with her earrings a little as she walked. Where had that waiter gone, anyway?