Klaus is the devil in disguise (immortalhybrid) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-08-12 21:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, niklaus mikaelson, thomas raith |
Who: Thomas Raith and Niklaus Mikaelson
What: Meeting at a bar
When: Backdated: Early June
Where: Random Bar
Rating/Warnings: Low
Status: Complete!
It was another night of drinking for Klaus. Both of the blood and alcohol varieties. He had just finished feeding on a pretty little blonde in the alley. Of course he left her alive. It wasn’t always the case, killing was much more fun. But Klaus was smart. He couldn’t kill everyone he fed on. After compelling the woman to forget and go on about her night Klaus made his way into the bar.
Once inside he made his way over to an empty stool, licking the rest of his blood off his lips in the process. After taking a seat and ordering a drink he turned his attention to the man next to him. “Evening.”
***
Thomas was trying to branch out and find other places to drink than Purgatory. It was his favorite place still but after his last random outing had gone so great - he wanted to see what kind of fun he could get up to at other bars. What kind of new people he could meet. The whiskey here wasn’t his favorite but the brandy wasn’t bad and he was sipping his third drink of the night when a man took the stool next to him. He looked at him out of the corner of his eye as he set his drink down.
“Evening. You early or late?”
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Klaus rose a brow at the question. “For what exactly?” he wasn’t meeting anyone here. He was just out enjoying his night. Feeding and drinking. Talking to a few people here or there. His drink arrived and he took a sip, eyes still on the man next to him.
***
“To start drinking.” Thomas said meeting Klaus’ gaze calmly after giving him a quick, but thorough, once over to check him out.
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“Lare,” Klaus said with a grin taking another sip of his drink. “Always late.” Because really was it ever too early to start drinking? Not in Klaus’s opinion. “And yourself?”
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“I’m always right on time for things I want to do.” Thomas told him with a little wink. He didn’t like letting other people, or even things, dictate his schedule. “So. What would you recommend for my next round here if I’m feeling adventurous?”
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“Good philosophy to have,” Klaus replied with a devilish grin. He liked the way this guy thought. “You can’t go wrong with a scotch,” he added in reference to a drink option. Klaus wasn’t exactly one for anything crazy or wild. He liked straight hard liquor.
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“I’ve always thought so.” Thomas said, getting the bartenders attention to order a scotch, top shelf of course because he wouldn’t settle for anything less. “And another round for my new friend.” He said before they turned away. He turned his attention back to the handsome man beside him. “Thomas Raith.”
***
No one ever really bought Klaus drinks. Not that he ever paid for his own drinks, that was what compulsion was for. Still he was usually the one providing drinks for other if he so pleased. He had to admit this turn of the tables was endearing. “Niklaus Mikaelson,” Klaus replied to the man. “But you can call me Klaus.”
***
There had to be a reason why Niklaus picked that shortened version of his name and Thomas was curious about what it could be. But there’d be time to ask that later. Hopefully. Their drinks got set in front of them and he raised his glass in a gesture that would be almost toasting before taking a sip, enjoying the slow burn as it went down his throat. “So Klaus...where did you get your taste for scotch?”
***
Only his family called him Niklaus. Mostly only Elijah. Sometimes Freya when she was angry enough. Rebekah usually called him Nik. And to everyone else he was just Klaus. And he preferred it that way. “New Orleans,” Klaus replied. Although it wasn’t entirely true. He had a taste for scotch for as long as he could remember drinking. But had certainly drank a lot of it during his time in New Orleans.
***
“One of my favorite cities. Mardi Gras is a little overrated though. At least the majority of the parties are overrated.” Thomas told him with a smile. He would go to visit some of his friends during it, drop in on some of the quieter parties were there would be less press.
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“You have to know the right places to go,” Klaus replied with a knowing smirk. But of course Klaus knew all the best places. That attracted the right kind of people. Not just crazy tourists trying to collect as many beads as they could.
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“Isn’t that true no matter where you go?” Thomas asked him with a smirk as he rested one elbow on the bar so that he could watch the other man more comfortably.
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“More so in New Orleans,” Klaus replied with a smirk. “The town is full of tourists.” Which ruined a lot of what could be good have been good parties.
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“And very few of them want to hear true answers to their questions about where they should go.” Thomas said with a grin. His answer truthfully would have been anywhere that wasn’t New Orleans most times. Other times? He’d be more specific. “Or that could just be they didn’t enjoy my telling them that they should go jump in the swamp.” The person had really gotten his nerves, refusing to take a hint that he wasn’t interested in talking anymore.
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“You know,” Klaus replied still smirking. “That sounds like something I would do.” He liked this guy. Liked the way he thought. And he wasn’t all that bad to look at either. Maybe Klaus wouldn’t snack on him tonight. At least not without permission.
***
Thomas sipped at his drink slowly, rotating the ice in the glass before setting it back down. “Well they shouldn’t ask a question if they don’t want the real answer. And they were keeping me from the better part of the party we were at.” He’d just been trying to get upstairs to their hosts bedroom when that idiot tourist had stopped him.
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“That’s why you have to break away from them,” Klaus replied taking another long swallow from his glass. “They probably just weigh you down anyway.
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“The last one I said that too definitely did. And I think left shortly after because they realized they were very far outside of their comfort zone with us.” Thomas said, a little chuckle escaping him at the memory of their expression when they’d stumbled into the bedroom.
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“And what is your comfort zone?” Klaus questioned clearly intrigued. He raised his glass taking another sip of his drinks, eyes focused on the man in front of him.
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Thomas looked at Klaus with a little smirk. “Depends on the situation. Professionally? I won’t do anything that’s rated more than R. Personally though? I’ll try anything once. If I like it...I’ll do it more than once. And I don’t like strings. What about yours?”
***
“Can’t say I blame you for that,” Klaus replied. “Oh,” he added with that devilish smirk of his. “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do.”
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Thomas felt a slow smile spread over his face at that response and he drained his glass before setting it on the bar. “Want to prove it?”
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“What did you have in mind?” Klaus replied with a raised brow. He wasn’t sure what he had just gotten himself into, but then he also didn’t really care.
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Thomas slid off his stool in one fluid movement, the alcohol barely affecting him. “Let’s go see what we can find to get into.”