Elijah had had something of a long day of his own, truth be told. And although he had a well-stocked bar in his own apartment, there was a small voice at the back of his mind reminding him that if he didn't at least attempt to break out of his comfort zone, Niklaus would undoubtedly attempt to set him up with someone. Their last evening out had consisted of his brother all but pushing Elijah toward anything with a pulse and it was an experience he was keen to avoid repeating.
To that end, he'd stopped in at a random bar, one that appeared nice enough, existing somewhere in the spectrum between dive bar and trendy hot spot. Low-key suited Elijah at the moment.
As he entered, someone at the bar caught his eye and he frowned slightly, crossing the room. "...Evie?" He questioned, one hand stretching out to rest lightly on her shoulder. But even as the woman turned, he realized his mistake. It was true, she looked remarkably like Evie but there was something in her eyes that was different. And, with his vampiric senses, Elijah could tell that even her scent was different.