#socioisms

          ”PRETTY sure my blood tastes like, VODKA, and REGRET.”

she was used to dealing with ANCIENT vampires and other beings. silas had been basically prehistoric. and klaus was...what? like a thousand and some years old? but this was something else. she was something else. and claire had the exact kind’ve vibe that she definitely DIDN’T want to cross. so really, it was in the best interest of both her friends and the town to not get on this girl’s badside. and since she was the only one that didn’t have the initial instinct to KILL the woman, it fell on her to deal with the whole peace talk part. ❝ you’re not gonna... ❞ she shifts, glancing over the brunette’s shoulder uncertainly. ❝ be a problem, right? ❞

cornelia might have been a princess and born into wealth and fame, but she had lived a small life so far. she was kept locked away until another phoenix needed a wife and then she’d be shipped off, but that wasn’t her style. she was going to live a life before she was given away like a prize.

so, she ran away. it wasn’t easy, but she got some help and she stored away money, it would be many many moons before she’d have to go back if she was able to successfully avoid capture from her family. las vegas seemed like the place to go for someone who hadn’t seen anything in her life before. 

the first club she found was the one she went to, walking through the doors, she smiled at the interior though it wasn’t too crowded. she walked to the bar and ordered, “i will have a mai tai, please!” it was too rehearsed.

“well, well, well,” Zeus spoke, clearly impressed with the sight before him. “if it isn’t my dear old friend. how in hades are you still alive?”