Hybrid Watching

I walked into the Grill and headed straight for the bar. I could have gotten plenty of alcohol at home but I didn't feel like dealing with Rebekah and a broody Klaus. I sat down at the bar and didn't bother taking off my leather jacket. I propped my elbow on the counter and rubbed my temples. I motioned for the bartender to come over which he did right away since he wasn't busy. I was actually surprised that Damon wasn't here getting completely hammered. "Jack on the rocks, please." He got my drink and then went back to drying glasses. The bell at the door rang a few times letting the waitresses know that people just arrived. I didn't pay much attention to who was walking in until I got a wiff of hybrid. I crinkled my nose and muttered. "Great!" I rolled my eyes that's all I need to deal with is more of Klaus's puppets. If this is his way of keeping an eye on me, we were definately going to have a talk. I just sipped my drink.

I walked into the grill and sat on a stool. I was lucky it wasn't late, Aldo works then and he would literally kill me if he knows I drink. I sat down. "The usual please?". He poured a glass of bourbon and slid it down to me. I come here everyso often, people know the usual routine. One day ill try something new. I take a drink from my bourbon. I hope I don't run into klaus... Word has it he has someone hunting the sired down.

I walk inside the Grille and take a seat at the bar at the only empty stool. Wonderful, she's a vampire. This should be fun. I'm dressed in black jeans, a navy v-neck, combat boots and a leather jacket that cuts of at the bottom of my ribs. I wave the bartender over. Cognac on the rocks, please. After all these years, British whiskey is still the best thing in the world. I take a sip of my drink and settle onto my stool.

The two hybrids were extremely quiet except when they ordered drinks. I looked at the younger looking one. "Don't you look a little young to be drinking?" I said in a disapproving tone. I'm still old fashioned, but I couldn't say much since I was carded when I first came in here. But she looked a little too young. I turned to the other one. "Please tell me that Nik didn't send you here to babysit me." I said in an indifferent tone before I went back to sipping my drink.

OOC:Sorry I'm just getting back to you now, been extremely busy and work just started back up.

I take a sip of my drink. No, Nik did not. I'm not sired to him anymore. I raise my eyebrows and give the same disapproving look at the other girl. I share your sentiment about underage drinking. I prefer to follow most laws. I suppose I'm old-fashioned that way. The drinking age in England may be 18, but here it's 21, which means you shouldn't drink until your 21. That girl most certainly is not 21. That's one thing I like about the States; higher drinking age. Drunk teenage drivers were the biggest hazard in England. Idiotic teenagers.

I picked up my cup preparing to drink when the other two girls in the bar said I was too young. Yes, I was only 18. But I'm dead and I don't have an license so its no problem. "Does it Really matter?" I said continuing to drink.