wilyfoxmikaelscn.
Kol didn’t even bother to look up toward the couple or toward August as he drink his beer, “I won’t take that bet because I can hear everything they’re saying.”
❝ Well, that takes the fun out of it, doesn’t it? ❞ He quipped, the glass already half way to his lips. ❝ Is the conversation at least remotely interesting? ❞
hcreticleader.
Kai has a bit too much to drink as he leaned forwards on the bar looking over toward the couple in the far corner. “I’ll take on that bet. She’ll end up leaving with him tonight.”
August pondered the words for only a couple of seconds before shrugging. ❝ Guess we’ll know how low a self-esteem can go and the power of daddy issues. ❞ He picked his drink and raised the glass, sealing the bet.
blcndebarbie.
“And why would I bet on that? If anything she would slap him and just walk out.” She spoke as she used her vampire hearing to listen into the conversation and could hear it in the girls voice that she was getting upset.
❝ The word fun comes to mind, ❞ he replied mirthfully. ❝ And you can always put your money in that, if you’d prefer, ❞ he added and smirked. ❝ But you can use privileged information, no eavesdropping. ❞ He couldn’t be sure the woman was doing that, but it was always a safe bet with super-hearing.
lostnicrosza.
Nic had came to mystic grill for only one reason. He needed some food in his stomach. He was glad to not be working for once. He was tired of dealing with drunks. He did love his jobs most of the time. But lately people were annoying him. He did not mind the flirting with costumers . But sometimes it was just to much. He looked over at the person. “I am just here for food. Not work.”
@newbornfallsstarter
The unprompted explanation had the younger male raising a solitary eyebrow and a smirk appearing on his lips. ❝ Good for you, ❞ he commented easily. ❝ Are you at least going to invite me to join you? ❞ He questioned mirthfully. ❝ The lack of manners is outrageous. ❞
noble-stag-mikaelson.
Elijah was seated in his library, one leg crossed over the other as he flipped a yellowing page in the book he was reading. One elbow was propped on the arm of the chair, his index finger gently pressed to his upper lip. The Original turned his head when he heard a knock at the door, waiting a beat, wondering if someone else would answer it. When the knock came again he sighed and closed his book, standing and walking over to it. He opened it, “Can I help you?”
@newbornfallsstarter
“What? Can’t a nephew stop by to visit his beloved uncle?” He questioned in place of an answer, a cheeky grin on his features. “But okay, I was actually wondering if you had any family grimoires laying around that I could borrow. You know, for research and general betterment.”
huntrcssadonovan.
Cocking her head to the side, Alaska chugged back the rest of her drink before looking toward the couple, “I’d put fifty bucks on that she would. Guy looks like a fuckin’ idiot.”
August’s attention peaked at the words, always a pleasure to see someone willing to join in his games. ❝ We can’t both win, what would be the fun in that? — I must agree, though, dude’s an idiot. ❞
littlestwclf.
“Seriously?” Hope questioned as she looked to August, “I’m not in the mood for betting today.”
He quirked an eyebrow at his older sister’s reaction; you didn’t need to be a psychic to know that the woman was in a mood. ❝ Someone’s a little cranky, ❞ he commented while he sipped on his drink. ❝ What got you ready for blood, anyway? ❞
mikaelsoncommaklaus.
Klaus chuckled at his son and glanced up at the couple from his place behind the bar. “I’ll match your $20 and raise you $20 that they turn the tables on us and he throws his at her.”
Of course, his father wouldn’t disappoint. August smirked and stole another glance at the couple that had just turned into the most interesting thing in the bar. ❝ Seems to me like you’re going to be a few dollars poorer, old man. ❞ Yes, he liked his odds. ❝ But while we wait — another bourbon? ❞
ofhcrmonies.
Harmony didn’t make it a habit to serve minors - for obvious reasons - but, well. It was her brother, and their father’s bar. That was an exception she was willing to make, and as it was, his commentary was better than the conversation she’d be getting on the other end of the bar. She leaned against the counter, letting her eyes wander into the direction of his words, “yeah, I’ll take that action.” She agreed with an easy grin, taking in just how heated the conversation seemed to be turning. “Maybe she’ll even throw in a slap if he says something douchey enough.”
His sister’s reply only made the teen’s smirk grow larger, blue eyes shinning with unbridled mischief. There was a reason why he constantly found himself bothering his sister at Rousseu’s when he had nothing better to do; Harmony always made for good company. ❝ Now, you just made me want it to happen, H, ❞ he complained playfully. And maybe he could get to what he wanted as now the woman was getting up. ❝ But first go for the glass, ❞ he said, even if the stranger couldn’t hear him. He wanted that money.