Allison & Kol - May 8 1st Class Dance
"It better not or I'd be sorely disappointed." Kol took a sip from his own glass. The alcohol of this time period was stronger, created differently than more modern blends, and he found he missed it. They truly did not make things like they use to. What a pity indeed.
He feigned an expression of deep thought, watching as she took a slow sip from the glass once more. He envied that glass and relished that bit of mischief in her eyes. It was sexy. "I think I'd like to see buzzed Allison Argent. A little out of control would be fun. Of course, at this party, it is probably not the best place, but that makes it all the more scandalous, darling." Kol smirked playfully at her and took another sip from his glass, nearly finishing it.
At the question, Kol glanced around him; it was beautiful. The gilded age tended to be that way. All glitz and glamour for those that could afford it. Steerage? Not so much. He could guarantee those blokes down there did not look a thing like dashing Leo. He turned his attention back to her.
"I was. We all were. Well, for the first part of the 1900's I was. Klaus daggered me at our Christmas party in New Orleans and well, I slept for 100 years in a bloody box." Kol could not keep the bitterness out of his voice as he spoke. He polished off the rest of his drink and put the empty glass on the tray. Just thinking about it made him want to kill something and being around Allison meant that he couldn't.
"Why don't we dance, darling? I don't want to think about it and end up doing something I'll regret and ruin tonight for you."