Seven Devils

As promised Jade had swung into the grocery store on her way over to Rebeccas's where she had scored them a couple extra bottles of alcohol of the strongest variety as given they were both werewolves intoxication was more a well honed art than anything else. Thankfully between them both and their selection of chosen liquors Jade was safe in the knowledge that it was either a sure thing or at the very least they'd be enjoying a slight buzz.

Also takeout, couldn't forget that, it was after all super important.

Cutting the engine Jade reached across and latched her ringed fingers in the classy brown paper bag containing the bottles of alcohol, slipping out a second later and grunting as she fought with the door of the car she adored but had definitely seen betters. Still, she, like Elijah, was overly attached and not so inclined to just replace it because it got uppity when she didn't shut the door the right way. She tucked her aviators atop her hair before juggling the bag and letting it rest in the crook of her elbow before she was lifting a hand to greet the clearly nosey neighbour that she had affectionately dubbed 'I-have-too-much-time-on-hands-Sandra' and snorted faintly when she hurriedly vanished indoors.

"Classic," Jade drawled before she turned on her heel and headed to rap her knuckles lightly against Rebecca's door.