Eric Northman (5thareasheriff) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-04-26 00:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, eric northman, niklaus mikaelson |
Who: Eric Northman and Klaus Mikaelson
When: Backdated: Early April
Where: A Bar
What: Old friends catching up
Rating/Warnings: Family Friendly
Status: Complete
Since moving to Orange County, Eric had been spending his time either settling in, visiting various clubs and bars in the area or looking at buildings for his own club. He had a short list of locations and had sent pictures and specs to his business partner back in Louisiana and he was certain they were going to make a decision soon and finally get the ball rolling on opening their second club.
As much as he was looking forward to opening another club, Eric was beginning to wonder if they had chose the wrong spot considering the things he’d been reading lately on the forum he’d joined. Not to mention the whole thing with the Peeps recently. He still couldn’t quite believe that any of that had really happened.
Of course he didn’t think he could actually tell his business partner any of this because he doubted he would even be believed. Sentient Peeps just weren’t something that happened anywhere else. At least he hadn’t heard about it happening anywhere else.
Needing to take his mind off of the whole Peeps fiasco, Eric had decided to head out to one of the bars on his list, that he hadn’t visited just yet. It wasn’t that Eric was planning on copying any of the local bars or clubs, but he wanted to get an idea of what sort of competition they were have once their club was open.
It was another night on the town for Niklaus Mikaelson. Which consisted of finding drinks of both the blood and alcohol form. Now that he was a hybrid he lived without consequence. What could anyone do to him really? He was the most powerful being around.
He walked into one of his favorite bars ready to order his usual glass of bourbon when he spotted someone familiar. Someone from his life back in New Orleans, which felt like years ago instead of merely month. “Well if it isn’t Eric Northman,” Klaus commented as he walked up to the man while simultaneously signaling the bartender for a drink.
Eric frowned slightly at the unfamiliar voice and his frown only deepened when he turned to see who the voice belonged to. “Klaus Mikaelson?” The other man was familiar, but his accent wasn’t and Eric had not drank enough yet to be imagining something like that, “What a small world this is.” Eric knew that Klaus had originally come from California, but he’d had no way of knowing that he was back in Orange County.
His accent was so natural now he didn’t really think much of it. In fact it felt like he always had it. So the fact that Eric didn’t recognize him from his voice alone was lost on him. “What brings you here?” he asked as the bartender brought over his glass of bourbon. He didn’t exactly think he would see the people from his life back in New Orleans again.
When Eric had decided to come to California to scout out locations for the new club, the last thing he had expected was to run into someone he’d known, but in a way it was nice; even if he was extremely confused about Klaus’ new accent. Unlike Klaus, Eric had always had a light Swedish accent because he’d spent his life going back and forth between Sweden and Louisiana, but had actually spent the majority of his life in America. “We’re opening another club and decided that California would be a good place for it. Orange County to be exact.” He took a sip of his own drink, “So I’m here looking at locations.”
Klaus had always enjoyed going to Eric’s club back in New Orleans. “Find anything good?” Klaus replied taking a sip of his drink. “You going to run the club from here or head back to Louisiana once it’s set up?”
“I’m currently looking at two different buildings. We’ll probably be making a deal soon,” Eric couldn’t wait until his new club was open. There was something different about spending time in your own club as opposed to clubs and bars where he had no control over what went on, “I’m planning on staying here for awhile. At least until the club opens.” Eric hadn’t planned past that just yet, “And what are you up to these days? That accent is definitely new.” He quirked a brow at Klaus.
“I look forward to attending one of your establishments again soon,” Klaus replied with a grin. Even if Eric ended up not sticking around he would still enjoy the club. At least if it was anything like Eric’s club back in Louisiana.
Ah, the accent. Klaus forgot that was new. “I decided to reinvent myself when I moved out here,” he commented with a shrug. That was partly true. He had intended to rebuild his reputation in a new area after everything that happened in New Orleans. But the accent, well that had sort of just happened thanks to his dreams.
“I’ll be sure to put your name on our VIP list.” Eric smirked and took a sip of his drink. He hoped that once they settled on a building and the ink was dry on the paperwork it wouldn’t take too long to get the place up and running. Along with looking at buildings, Eric had also been in contact with a few contractors about what they wanted for the club. Eric wasn’t the type to do things one at a time. “So did you hire a dialect coach to master such a convincing accent?”
“As I should be,” Klaus commented with a smirk of his own. He finished off the rest of his glass motioning for another. The bartender knew better than to let Klaus’s glass be empty for long. Like more than a minute. A fresh drink was brought over almost instantly.
“Believe it or not,” Klaus began taking a drink. “It came to me quite naturally.”
“And what made you decide on that specific accent?” Eric finished off his own drink and motioned for another as well. He would be lying if he said that he wasn’t extremely curious about Klaus’ new accent. He completely understood people wanting to reinvent themselves; he had many people at his club in Louisiana, but none of them were people he’d actually known before they’d reinvented themselves. “Your family lives out here, correct? What do they think of it?”
Klaus had never been questioned on his accent before. It felt rather odd having to defend something that just happened so naturally. “They’re fine with it,” he shrugged. Most of them heard it multiple times in the dreams anyway.
Eric nodded, “To be honest, I think it suits you better than no accent.” Now that Eric had heard it for a little while he almost couldn’t even remember what Klaus had sounded like without the accent. He raised his newly filled glass, “To new beginnings.”
“And old friendships,” Klaus added raising his glass as well before knocking back his drink.