Kol was far more sociable in this world than he had been in his own. He was also far more friendly. In his world, Kol had a reputation of being a cheeky bastard. Of course, this was not nearly as bad as the reputation he'd garnered for being a psychotic killer. However, here in Madison Valley, he was seen as none of those things. Well, he'd always been seen as a cheeky bastard to his siblings, but he wasn't seen as a killer. He'd managed to find other ways to define himself and, oddly enough, that included 'friend.'
He wasn't sure if there was friendship in his future with Oliver, but Kol was curious enough to want to chance the possibility. So, the vampire agreed to meet Oliver at the club for a drink and a chat. After a quick shower, Kol tugged on a henley, dark wash jeans, and a pair of boots. He didn't bother with a jacket today because the weather was far too warm. Even if temperature change didn't affect Kol like a human, he still liked to dress appropriately for it in order to 'fit in' better with humans.
Then he was making his way to Verdant, arriving only a few minutes after Oliver had claimed that seat at the bar. Recognizing the man's face from the network, Kol made his way over and slipped onto the empty stool beside him. Oliver certainly looked like the type that could probably strangle you with his bare hands if he wanted to. He was certainly strong for a human anyway. A man that clearly took care of himself.
"Hello, mate," Kol greeted. His trademark cheeky grin graced his lips. "Shall we order and get the night started?"