Could life get any more boring? Honest to God things sucked right now and about the only thing Clarice could do to avoid it was spend as little time as possible in the house. Work. Carly. Basically anywhere that wasn't near her other sister who Clarice was becoming more and more convinced was a zombie. The last thing she wanted to do was to go and talk about how upsetting it all was, but usually when avoiding that there was at least an Ambrose/Berkeley fight for a distraction. Lately those weren't even happening and everything was just so still... quiet... it was eerie and one of the reasons Clarice could not get to sleep.
Frustrated Clarice threw the blankets off herself and without bothering to fix her bed up, headed out into the house, annoyed at the fact she knew she could make as much noise as she wanted and it still wouldn't get a reaction out of her sister. Bitch. She'd been making her way towards the kitchen when the flashing lights of the TV caught her attention. Junk food and alcohol or annoy the person she knew was sitting there? ... Both. Without a word she went into the kitchen, got herself a packet of chips but purposefully forgot her own drink before plopping herself down beside Jared. "Thanks," she said reaching out to take his drink.
Her sister was dead to the world she might as well test how far she could push Jared.