“So,” began Kol in that grand way of his, “the festival may have been awful, but…” grinning, he lifted the object in his hands — a tall new bottle of bourbon — and cracked it open before taking a long, deliberate swig. “At least the liquor was — well, he glanced at the label and admitted with a shrug, “cheap, but I’ve found that nothing takes the edge off in quite the same way.”
“ So.” Klaus replied, glancing at his brother in an attempt to feign interest in whatever the younger Mikaelson had to say at the given moment. “ Well, at least your taste in liquor hasn’t changed. ” the hybrid mused aloud as he looked at the bottle of bourbon in his brother’s hand. “Though, cheaper drinks do tend to be more for the purpose of getting intoxicated than for taste.”
