Kol Mikaelson

“I think i need a break,” Elijah said, leaning back on his chair in The Mystic Grill, looking down at the paperwork in front of him. He had hoped the change of location from his office to the Grill would have helped, but it seemed like no matter what, he was bored of the work. Mystic Falls Hospital’s system was far far behind compared to the system at New York Hospital. He looked up to gain the attention of the waitress, meeting someone’s gaze.  

Kol had left school earlier than supposed and headed to the grill to compel himself some alcohol. After a few moments he turned when he heard another voice. He had spent enough time to know who it was and past the waitress was his brother. He sighed a little and knew he was likely to get a earful of keeping a low profile. 

Kol spotted his older brother and watched for a moment before moving forwards as the other had been made aware to him. With a roll of his eyes, he laughed a little. “I suppose, though I care not to think about what the history of this small town has to offer.” he admitted to the other.