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Relaxing until I have to leave, and I’m out of town tomorrow til sometime Sunday.

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My throat had been burning today.. Might be around tomorrow.

          “Just…struggling. - do you want to go somewhere? Get a…drink - coffee,”she amended, rolling her eyes at the law. Who knew if Dean Stavros was averse to all addictions.

He wasn't really addicted to coffee, but he'd rather her be drinking coffee, than on the psychotropic drugs. He enjoyed a good cup every now and then, but didn't rely on it as most people did. Dean nodded, holding up his keys. "I drive. You direct, and then we'll chat over a cup," He said, motioning her to follow him back to his car, glancing back to see if she was following him.

And he did. Hadn’t changed much, in the two years since she’d last seen him, but she could tell it was her…perception that’d changed.

While he had hoped that she would have used his card for coffee and chatting, he had no problems with helping her. He loved helping people get past what he had, and it made him feel good. "What's going on, Spence?" He asked, moving a little closer to her so they weren't broadcasting to all her neighbors that something was going on with her.

So she tugged on a coat, making her way down the stairwell to the street to keep an eye out for his car.

He wasn't exactly sure how to greet her; They'd hugged before he keft before, but it'd been a while since he saw her.. Shaking her hand felt too serious and businessy, when he was here off the clock. Instead, he just gave her a greeting smile. "Hey, Spence," he said.

She hung up.

'Are you in the dorms, or do you have a place by the campus?' he questioned, before sending it.

Camille did not mind either way.  She was friends with Josh after all and he preferred the company of men.  She didn’t expect him to be correct her to be honest.  She’d known what he meant by bipolar. “Bipolar involves extreme emotions that can change at the drop of a hat,” she told him with a nod. “I suppose, he also told you that I’m studying psychology.”  She smiled. Finding herself moving to situate herself near him.  She was intrigued. “You don’t need your kidneys, do you?” she asked.  She wondered what would happen if they were torn out of a true immortal.  “You keep up the flatteries and I might have to make you a drink. ”

Kol shook his head. "He didn't tell me, but I figured you had to have some interest in the human brain for one of your first questions to be what my psychosis is.. And no, I don't need my kidney, but I'd rather it not be ripped out. It would be rather painful, and then what would process my liqueur?" He questioned with a grin. "Mm, at the offer to make me a drink, I could shower you in flattery, my darling. Especially a lady like you, that has a lot to flatter," he stated.

          “Yale, actually.” No U. Penn, but "it’ll have to do." She smiles slightly, a little watery; ot doesn’t come through in her voice. “Just, whenever you’re in the neighborhood…you could stop by. Can’t really miss it.”

He thought about where it was, and typed it into the GPS attached to his car. Almost 200 miles, roughly three hours to get there.. He'd driven farther for less, and at least she was on the same side of the country. "I'm going to swing by home and grab a few things, then I'll be on my way up there. I'll see you in a couple of hours, okay? Can you hold out til then?" He asked.

"I suppose, I’ll have to wait and see for myself.  For a minute there I thought you were about to tell me you’d been diagnosed as bisexual and I was about to say people are typically born that way," she mused thoughtfully, dusting an old bottle of booze.  "To what do I owe the honor of not falling prey to your homicidal tendencies though? Should I send you a thank you card?"

Instead of being appalled at the idea that this girl might have thought that he had an interest in both sexes, he just found it amusing. "No, Ma'am. I strictly like women. Considering the word, I assume bipolar has something to do with my mood flipping around quiet a bit.. but feel free to tell me if I'm wrong," he said, sitting down. "Well, my brother would rip out my kidney if I did, it'd be a waste of a pretty girl, and I hear you are a lovely bartender."

She wishes, a little harder than she means, that the answer is ‘no.’

"I just got done with a job, actually. I'm in Philadelphia, heading home. I can come by if you need me, though? Give me an address and I'll get there as soon as I can," he told her, worried about what could be going on with her. He figured she was in college by now, so she could be on the other side of the country for all he knew.

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"I've had a friend tell me if I was human, she was sure I'd be diagnosed as being. Bi -- Bi... Bipolar? I beleive was the phrase she used, though I'm unsure what she meant. My brother has also called me a happy homicidal maniac, which suits me rather well. But I promise you no harm," He assured her with a nod of the head.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Cami. And it appears I'm not the only cheeky one here," Kol teased back, his charming grin still on his face. When he'd first heard the expression about having something or someone in their pocket, he'd actually checked his brothers pockets.. Only to be smacked for taking Nik so literally. Still, he knew this girl was simply pulling at his strings.

"It means, my darling, that I have a bloody strong witch in my pocket. I am a Mikaelson. Kol Mikaelson to be exact," he said, grinning at her, holding out a hand in introduction.