She yawned softly and stretched as she sat up in the bed. She smiled softly and kissed his cheek softly before getting out of the bed quietly so that she wouldn't wake him. She walked over to the crib and smiled seeing Rachel was awake. She picked her up
Peyton kept her inner turmoil to herself, hearing the word 'coffee.' Good God, they were lucky they had water available, let alone all the alcohol in the basement. The last time there was coffee in this house was around thirty years ago, probably longer than that.
"We haven't gotten to go to the store yet today so we don't have any coffee." She replied, frowning slightly at Jefferson. "Sorry, would you want something else? We probably have enough alcohol downstairs to murder a country."
Seriously, getting drunk was a hobby for some of these vampires, simply because it was something other than blood they were able to drink. After living off of blood for so long, it was the most amazing feeling to take a shot of Bacardi for them.