Who: Katherine Gilbert and Open (It could stand as a narrative if no one tags in.) What: Drinking on her porch, wallowing in her own pity, you know the deal. LOL. When: After the Reception Where: Her family's porch swing Rating/Warnings: TBD, but probably PG-13 at best. Status: Open; If no tag in, I will label it as a narrative!
Still dressed in her reception dress of choice-blue with spike heels-Katherine had surprised herself by making it home, ducking from the reception before it ended, and managing to wave down a taxi home. First, all clothes in tact and second, she hadn't fallen or puked all over the driver when she handed him his fee. It was a miracle really considering the amount of wine and free drinks Katherine indulged in before slipping out. It was a miracle she made it up the steps to her house, pushed the key in the lock and opened the door, walking nearly a perfect line to the fridge and pulling open the door. Since Elena's change, the majority of food in the fridge belonged to Jeremy and herself, but even before that, the fridge had dwindled in really anything related to Elena and her tastes. At that moment, it was particularly empty because Katherine had been lazy and pushed off the responsible thing of going shopping-old ladies and Elena did that-and chose to do fast food salads and whatever else the house still held that a growing boy like Jeremy and herself hadn't managed to scarf down when in the midst of desperate, needy hunger. Food wasn't what she was looking for anyway. Wrapping her fingers around the neck of her full, unopened bottle of wine, Katherine pulled it free from the cold contents and grabbed a glass, not washed by the way, from the sink where she'd dumped it a day or more ago. There was still a red stain at the bottom. Katherine shrugged her shoulders and taking both, wobbled her way out of the house like a new born foal, and flopped down on the porch swing with a loud clang of chains. It was really more like she fell.
Despite being more than just a tad tipsy, Katherine managed to undo the wrap on the top of the bottle and uncork it, pouring herself a good amount with those same steady hands before setting it down on the wooden floor carefully. Maybe if she'd been sober or even a little less drunk, she might have found it disturbing, her ability to pour wine like that without spilling a drop with as wavy as the world was, but for now, the thought was the farthest thing from her mind. Most of the time, when Katherine drank, she became more fun, more awesome, and much more the of any party. She never struggled to keep a smile on her face or laugh at a party. It was the one time when she was a bit open, less of a closed book, and more of a three page, toddler picture book for sure. Tonight, today, was different and she knew that. Her sister's wedding was not a party downtown in some night club, forgotten about by drink or choice the next day, it was a life event. A change. Though Katherine swore she didn't care, brushed it off like another day in the life of her 'oh so boring' twin sister, claiming how lame the entire thing was. Who got married? Especially to Damon? Exactly. No one. Alone, in the silent darkness around her, with just the house lights for company, she could admit it was something she cared about. Something that she might actually envy...a lot. Her sister had it all now. She was the epitome of perfection and no longer because she had the luck of looking like Katherine did. She really did have an ideal life in the wake of Katherine's wreck of one. It could have been more obvious than tonight: Elena and Damon, dancing, perfection, with so much love and admiration around them, so much hope for them shining in everyone's eyes. Then there was Kat, in the front of course, clapping, smiling like the rest, and hoping no one could see how actually green with envy she was.
She was a model, not an actress, but as a model you had to express what was needed for the shot to look good. To be good. Katherine was grateful tonight that had that training. The ability kept her in peak condition for the reception, dancing and laughing, even as all her bitterness and jealousy ate away at her. Katherine might have looked beautiful, but her insides were far from the same. In that moment, she hated her sister. Hated that Elena was happy and she was pretty much miserable. Despised the idea of the two of them, vampire or not, having that fairytale ending that secretly all women, selfish Katherine Gilbert included, craved for. Dreamed about. They both had, but even as a young girl, Katherine had some how always known Elena would be the one to get it. Elena was the "it" girl. The one everyone loved and wanted the best for. Katherine was the more than slightly screwed up version. The version displaying all the traits that most humans found impossible to deal with or even like. It was like, when they split in the womb or whatever, Elena had gotten the better end of the deal. All the good stuff and Katherine? Katherine was everything about their two parents that was bad. Period. Sure, they were close as kids, but Katherine had always been the more selfish twin, the more self-absorbed, the colder, more distant Gilbert girl and growing up had only enhanced and strengthened them. It was why she liked Stefan; he was like Elena. He was her opposite. He balanced her for the longest time. His brother was a lot like her back in the day and the one night was far from forgotten. Elijah? Elijah was probably her Prince Charming, blah, blah blah. The Ken doll her Barbie always left hanging at the alter when she use to play as a child. It was too late now. Even if he came back, she doubted he'd want anything to do with her. Katherine never parted ways well...with anyone. Example: Damon Salvatore.
She took a long sip of a wine, nearly draining the entire glass in one gulp, before pulling back. With Elijah, she was surprised it hadn't been the whole thing. Most of the time, it was on any given night. Maybe the alcohol from earlier had already satisfied the majority of that weakness and bad memories for the night.