Rebekah Mikaelson (![]() ![]() @ 2014-01-18 06:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | rebekah mikaelson, santana lopez, stefan salvatore |
Who: Rebekah Mikaelson and OPEN
Where: Teardrop Lounge
When: Friday night, January 17
What: 20s Night
Status: Open (or can serve as narrative)/On-going
Warnings: Sarcasm and possible bitchiness
Rebekah liked to think she had adjusted quite well to living in this alternate universe Portland. She hadn't even been here ten days, and she hadn't quite accepted that there was no way to return home if she so chose to, but she was content. She had become owner of a popular local business; she had reconnected with Stefan; Hayley, Elijah and even the little witch Davina had arrived here as well; and best of all, she had been free of Niklaus's scheming, if only for a short time. Hayley's arrival had brought him out into the open again, and though he had seemed truly interested in being a good father back in New Orleans, it didn't mean Hayley was entirely safe or that any of them could entirely trust him. If there was one thing Rebekah had learned about Nik throughout the years, it was that he had little regard for lives that weren't his own, and so she and Elijah were doing everything in their power to keep the little wolf safe, at least for now.
Tonight, she was in a very good mood. The 20s Night she'd had planned was in full swing, and they had drawn in a very large crowd, likely due to the enticement of free drinks. At her insistence, Rebekah had helped Hayley to dress up and brought her out with Elijah tonight. She knew it had been a very long time since Hayley had been allowed out of the house, never mind an event filled with people. She deserved a little bit of fun; she was still just a girl, after all. It wasn't as if she was out on the town drinking, however; she was in Rebekah's controlled environment, and if anyone tried to hurt her, God forbid, she could be on them in a second - if her brother hadn't beaten her to the punch.
Rebekah herself was seated at the bar, outfitted in a red flapper dress, not unlike the sort of thing she had worn back in those days in Chicago. People were laughing, talking, dancing, drinking; the singer was crooning away on the makeshift stage she'd had put together. The first event she'd thrown together as owner of the Teardrop Lounge was going splendidly, and a pleased smile crossed her lips.