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âOnce a bartender always a bartender, then?â Hope asked, laughing as she glanced to where heâd just looked. Sheâd just finished her own turn at manning a booth or three, and had taken to wandering the grounds for a familiar face. âAt least this way the youngest customers youâre getting are your somehow stupidly naive students trying to look over 21. Poor Professor Martin has to man the balloon dart game. Tiny brats, with darts.â A faux shudder running through her at the image. She turned her attention back to Josh, pasting a bright grin on her lips. âIf I help take orders would you be willing to sneak me a tiny drink? I mean not to brag or anything but I did help resurrect you from the dead and all..â
âold dog, new tricks . . . ya think that still applies to vampires?â his face turned thoughtful for a second, before it cracked into a smile.  âhey now. those stupidly naĂŻve students are your classmates â so be sure to tell them you saw them get rejected by professor rosza.â joshâs face turned sour almost immediately.  âugh, that sounds so old. is it too cliche to pull the âcall me joshâ card on my students?â he placed a hand to his chest, as though he was clutching at imaginary pearls.  âhope mikaelson, well i never . . . okay, well, i really wouldâve considered it until you attempted to extort me, you know.â



















