it's anything but cordelia

“No, I wouldn’t know. Every city seems old to me sooner or later,” she disagreed, propping her elbows up against the table as she nestled her chin over her closed fist. “Isn’t that right, Cora? I mean, isn’t that why you burned down that small town of Tennessee just a few decades ago?”

“A few decades? Have you had trouble counting the years?” Cora scoffed. “That was in 1902. Let’s just say I’m in a much better state of mind now. I see you haven’t grown at all, though. Still as snarky and cold-hearted as ever.”

Tilting his head slightly as she turned to meet his gaze, his brow arched with skepticism. “Must’ve been enough drinks to give the average human alcohol poisoning twice over, am I right?”

Cora let out a heavy and exasperated sigh. “You know, it probably was. I just decided last night I was going to let myself let go and I did not let myself to let go that much.”

“Do you really need that?” Julian asked as she through the pill into her mouth, looking at her a little confused. “I mean your hangovers can’t be that bad and they probably go away pretty fast considering..” He trailed off not needing to state the obvious and chuckling as he did. “I don’t even think you could handle being human anymore.” He teased.

“I didn’t think I would, but apparently when you drink enough, what would be alcohol poisoning just turns into a wicked hangover,” she admitted. “I definitely couldn’t. I think I’d fall apart.”

The sound of a familiar voice caused Madeline to abruptly shift her gaze towards the source of the sound. As the brunette came into vision, the red-headed vampire nearly toppled over. What were the odds? Rising from her current seat, the elder vampire placed the gazette over the table top as she sat herself down across from the brunette, shooing the figure that she was originally speaking to with a simple look of her eyes. Once the two women remained, Madeline trailed her eyes towards the figure before her as the corner of her lips tugged into a crooked grin. “Cora,” she sang aloud. “What a lovely surprise.”

The last person Cora expected to see was Madeline. She nearly gasped when she approached her, and was even more shocked when the redhead chose to sit down. “Madeline, it’s been a really long time, hasn’t it? When was the last time our paths truly crossed?”

“I take it that’s the reason behind your absence at the meeting this morning?” Marcel presumed, interrupting the conversation she was having with one of the newbie vampires as he casually strolled through the gym doors.

Cora gasped when Marcel mentioned the meeting as he walked passed her. “Fuuc-” she cut herself off, abandoning her other conversation, trying to control herself and her quick temper. “I am so sorry, Marcel. It won’t happen again, I swear.”

Josh had enjoyed being back way too much. He’d gotten back to his normal routine and it felt great though he did miss his vacation. The time he spent away from New Orleans definitely did him more good than bad. Getting to see attractive guys by the pool every day was one of the many perks. In comparison, being back here was a little bit depressing though he just wanted to see everyone who he knew. Davina and Marcel more than most. He sat on the bench of the square in his sunglasses, dressed in a purple and battered button up shirt. His head thrown back as he noticed someone sat by him. He was in a good state of relaxation as the rays of the sun hit his face. “You see what a trip to the Bahama’s can do to a guy? I mean, it was way better than I was expecting.” He spoke before turning to them. “Only downside was that I only got 4 guys numbers. That blows. But, I didn’t get treated like Kim Kardashian or something there. Maybe they thought I was her brother. What’s his name? Rob? Josh Kardashian, god, I feel like if I were a celebrity, I’d be going to be Bahama’s a lot more. Or Fiji. I’d love to go to Fiji.” Josh continued. He really had no problem blabbing away to any random person. “But I’m Josh. Rosza, not Kardashian.” Josh turned his body towards them and offered his hand to shake.

Cora chuckled at Josh’s statements before looking over at him sunbathing, smacking his hand instead of shaking it. “Yes, Rosza, I know who you are, sadly,” she joked. She had known the kid since he had become friends with Marcel. After spending nearly a hundred years with the vampire, Cora knew who was new in this town and who was a familiar face. “You weren’t gone for decades,” she scoffed. “Poor thing, you only got four guys numbers? How devastating.”