Elena had noticed the oh so familiar figure, standing at the other end of the bar, as she had been crossing the room. Acting against every instinct that experience had given her, Elena headed towards her ancestor, sucking in a deep breath. "Hey," she replied, trying to sound as casual as Katherine did. How did she make everything look so easy?
Catching the eye of the bartender, Elena leaned forward and asked for a beer. For a moment, she thought she was going to have to compel the man not to ask her for ID, but in the end he didn't ask. She was glad. It somehow felt wrong to flaunt the fact that she was a vampire in front of Katherine. What was she trying to prove? She didn't even know. But everything about this situation felt wrong, backwards and awkward. It was one thing talking on the network sometimes and bumping into each other after a few beers at random parties but this meeting was arranged and that added a hint of menace to the situation. It made Elena feel edgy. She hoped the beer would help put her at ease.
Once the bottle was on the bar in front of her, Elena lifted it up and took a long gulp before peering over the bottle neck at Katherine.
"So," Elena said, pushing herself up to perch on the stool behind her. "This better be a good story."