Jordan's Business with the Originals

I quickly drove home and parked in the driveway. I made my way up to the house. I heard talking from inside the house. I opened the door and closed it behind me. I wondered into the living room or as I call it the parlor. "Nik our sister isn't a bar wench, make your own damn drink next time." I walked through the room and stood next to our sister. I placed my hand on her shoulder before walking over to the drinks. I grabbed a glass and poured myself some Irish Whiskey. "Why was it so important that I get back here right away?" I wasn't happy and I downed my drink. I poured myself another glass. "Who the hell is he?" I asked downing my drink again and refilling the glass.

"Thank you Rebekah." He smiled politely taking his glass. "Kol." He greeting, spreading his arms in welcome. "Welcome home brother, we have all had to wait long enough for you so im sure you can share the same curtesy and wait a few moments longer. This is a good friend of mine, Jordan Aguillard." He introduced, placing a hand on Jordans shoulder.

"Do you not recognise him? Of course not. Whilst you ran off with your new found abilities, Jordan stuck around and helped me out. It was the least i could do to help him out." He explained a little and took a sip of his drink.