closed starter for @serialsiphon
WHETHER IT WAS DAY or night, she had no idea. Living in Hell, her sense of time had been warped. She had lost track of the days. Had she been here for a year? A month? A week? That didn’t matter anymore. She had stopped questioning why she had ended up here, and had completely adapted. Even in the afterlife, Katherine Pierce was a survivor. She had conquered hell and made a home out of it.
Opening the liquor cabinet, she took an unopened bottle of vintage whiskey. A conjured one. Just like everything else in this place. The bar was an exact replica of the one in Mystic Falls. The place that she hated and loved at the same time.
She uncapped the bottle, grabbed a glass, and poured herself a drink. She took a swig, and sighed in satisfaction.
Hearing the door open, followed by footfalls, she turned to the direction of the one who newly arrived. “Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in.” There was no spite in her tone of voice. Just a hint of amusement and teasing.