BRAVE BARTENDER.

a   warm   smile   was   all   that   she   offered   the   blonde                     her   hands   raised   in   offence   as   she   moved   closer     .          ‘     sorry   ,   sorry   ,   i   really   didn’t   mean   to   .     ’            and   that   was   the   truth   .   she   had   just   been   watching   the   blonde   ,   curious   ,    but   more   so   she   had   watched   the   darkness    cross   her   features   as   she   stared   up   at   the   old   building   .           ‘    it’s   just   you   looked   a   little   lost   ,   i   was   going   to   offer   to   help   ?     ’

without much protest, or rather seeing as she didn’t really have much of an ability to protest, the witch followed alongside the blonde with cup still in hand as she clumsily stumbled along the way.  “we can’t go too far, i might need another,” she said with a wide grin, her head bobbing along to the music as she took yet another sip. 

Kol had been wondering around the party for a while mostly flirting and feeding, as was his usual way. Once that started to loose it’s appeal he decided to go and find a room for himself, something he had yet to do since he had only woken up that day. It was the family home, or so it seemed, and so he felt entitled to also stay there. He was going to have to sleep with one eye open with Klaus around but he was willing to do that. He had been in the middle of looking around the room, making sure that it was perfect for his need when he heard the door open. What he expected was one of his siblings but what he saw was a very beautiful, very inebriated blonde. “No it definitely isn’t the bathroom.” He studied her for a second, took note of her carrying her shoes and a drink even though she had clearly had enough. “Do you need some help?” He asked, walking towards her.

Malcolm could see the boy trying to make a break for it out the corner of his ey, so he reached a hand out to grip the back of his shirt, effectively stilling his movements and preventing him from making a move to get away from the two of them. “Ah-ah, you’re not going anywhere yet, kid.” He turned his attention back to the blonde, nodding his head. “That sounds like our best bet. Do you know where the kitchen is?”

Laughing, Ophelia was glad she hadn’t offended the woman by accident. She watched as she mixed a drink together—definitely something better than she had been planning on making. Fee laughed. “That’s probably a really handy thing to do professionally.” Sheepishly, she took the drink. She never really learned the don’t-trust-drinks-from-strangers rule, she was just nervous. She took a sip. Her face lit up. “Oh my GOD, if I hadn’t seen you put vodka in that I wouldn’t even know.” She held her cup in a cheers. “Thanks for the drink. I’m Fee.”

the brunette’s grin widened as she looked over to the blonde, “you are an absolute angel, do you know that?” she said a bit loudly but was too incoherent to even notice. grabbing the cup immediately, she brought it to her lips, taking a sip before yet another chuckle escaped her. “hm? oh i feel great! you know you should be like a bartender or something because this is like…amazing!” she chimed before taking a big sip of her drink.

          AS  SOMEONE  WHO  TOOK  THEIR  DRINKING  SERIOUSLY  ,  he  couldn’t  help  but  feel  relieved  at  the  reassurance  of  a  plethora  of  alcohol  .  perhaps  his  frequent  use  of  drinking  as  a  way  of  self  -  medication  would  serve  as  an  issue  later  down  the  line  ,  but  as  for  now  ?  he  planned  on  reveling  in  every  sip  .  after  swallowing  down  the  amber  liquid  ,  alaric’s  brows  furrowed  for  a  moment  before  he  replied  ,  “  i’d  like  to  think  i’m  not  nearly  as  broody  as  half  the  poor  chumps  in  this  town  ––––  but  ,  yeah  ,  it  was  probably  me  .  i  like  my  liquor  ,  what  can  i  say  ?  ”

“I’m pretty sure juice and soda are the last things this kid wants.” Malcolm couldn’t help but overhear the self appointed bartender’s question when the drunk teenager stumbled over to the table. He had been lingering by the table for a few moments, just people watching, when he had clumsily made his way over. He had seen plenty of drunk teenagers that night, but he had to have been the drunkest by far. “What he needs is some water, that’s for sure. Got any bottles of water over there behind the table?” He asked, his eyes turning to land on the blonde.

          SHE DIDN’T REALIZE SHE WAS INEBRIATED    till she lifted herself off the chair she’d been seated on and almost tumbled right to the floor . composing herself , making sure no one had seen , she made her way out of the crowded room and towards where she believed the bathroom was . drink still in hand , a little walk had some normalcy returning to her movements ––––––– but before she knew it she found herself in a section of the house she was almost positive she wasn’t supposed to be in . looking around almost fearfully , she pushed open the door to her right . it was already slightly ajar , so when she stepped through to find someone there she stopped immediately , eyes wide like a gazelle caught in headlights . clearing her throat , she gave him an apologetic look .      ‘    i’m so so sorry .. i guess this isn’t the bathroom then  ?   ’      she chuckled .. terrible attempt at humor . with her heels in one hand   &   drink in the other , she knew she looked like a complete mess . 

Ophelia had lost Benny but found the bar once again. She figured she could grab a drink before she went on the hunt for her brother. She was surprised to find a blonde this time, asking for orders. She mouth hung open for a second before she pointed to the vodka. “Uhm, I was just going to grab the same thing I had before.” She swallowed a lump in her throat. “Are uh, you Rebekah? Or uh her sister?” She wasn’t exactly sure what the girl looked like, just a few glances from people pointing her out.

          ALARIC  STUCK  OUT  LIKE  A  SORE  THUMB  .  a  teacher  at  a  party  ?  it  was  safe  to  say  he  was  avoided  like  the  plague  .  perhaps  he  showed  because  he  cared  about  his  students  and  wanted  to  act  as  a  pro  bono  chaperone  to  make  sure  they  were  safe  ––––  or  he  wanted  free  booze  .  kids  would  be  kids  and  drink  regardless  of  whether  or  not  an  adult  was  present  ,  he  figured  he  might  as  well  join  them  .  after  successfully  weaving  through  what  felt  like  a  tsunami  of  minors  ,  the  hunter  finally  arrived  at  the  bar  only  to  be  greeted  with  the  proposition  of  non  -  alcoholic  beverages  .  “  i’m  gonna  need  something  a  little  stronger  than  that  ––––  you  got  any  bourbon  ?  ”

grin still in tack, the brunette placed her right hand over her heart while holding up her left, “i promise to come right back to this table if i’m in need of anything…like another refill.” she said in the most serious tone she could muster..which admittedly wasn’t really much of one at all. “i don’t know, i’ve just had whatever tastes the best. pretty sure it was clear?” she said in a manner that resembled more of a question than a statement. 

although samaira had initially dreaded every and anything in relation to this event, she still for some reason had found herself attending. whether it be out of sheer boredom or as a means of an escape was to be determined. time passed and with that the witch had managed to accumulate quite a few drinks in her system of which had left her feeling like she was on cloud 9…possibly 11 if truth be told. walking as normal as she could possibly manage considering her current state, the brunette made her way to the drinks table, looking for her extra dose of escape. “um, something that can’t be found on the kids menu” she said, a laugh escaping her as she spoke.

“Has anyone seen a guy named Stefan recently? He’s about ye high and is usually seen brooding somewhere in his own eternal misery.” Lexi asked, raising her hand to around her best friend’s height and looking at the people around her. When nobody immediately responded she continued. “Either that or writing in his journal about his tortured soul. Last name’s Salvatore. Anyone? There’s a drink or two in it for you if you help me.”