So Miriam had been correct about Klaus being difficult to kill. No matter. Miriam had little desire to kill anyone who wasn't an enemy from back home. She didn't condone what Klaus did with Lydia and his drinking her blood. But, some vampires would always have fragile egos and somehow she knew Klaus was no different.
She looked at him. "I have never been relegated to 'regular' before and I do not know how to feel about that." But, considering vampire back home were easier to kill, herself included, she supposed the label fit, however uncomfortable said label made her feel.
Oh God. Miriam thought someone dating one of Matthew's and Diana's children was bad enough. "I suppose it is good then that he still lives,' was all she said. Because, she possessed zero doubts that if Hope got hurt, the person hurting her would not live much longer.
Miriam signaled for the bartender, and got a shot of tequila, before paying for both their bills.
"I'm free evening and nights, but perhaps next Thursday? We can either meet back here or my apartment. Either way there will be as good of bourbon as one can find in Madison Valley. But God, I miss my collection of alcohol back home." Miriam had an ability to find good alcohol in a town of mediocre alcohol.