[ elijah knocks the shot on the bar before tossing it back with practiced ease. there's a certain distaste to the motion, like elijah finds it all so very far beneath him. but then, elijah's always had the sort of expensive, pretentious tastes that don't quite fit into rebekah's carefully cultivated air of youth. ]
It doesn't suit you.
[ it's a sigh, elijah's quiet way of professing that his sister could do so much better than tequila and salvatores and human teenagers. ]
GOLD STAR.
It doesn't suit you.
[ it's a sigh, elijah's quiet way of professing that his sister could do so much better than tequila and salvatores and human teenagers. ]
Tell me, Rebekah. What shall you do now?