Who: Katherine Pierce and Damon Salvatore Where: A bar in uptown When: Friday night What: An unexpected meeting Status: Closed/On-going Warnings: Snark, foul language, general bickering and possible blood
It'd been two months since The Red Queen, or whatever she liked to call herself, had spirited Katherine out of Mystic Falls and into New York and (despite the rising tide of chaos and war) things were going pretty well for a change. She'd scored herself a sweet apartment in Manhattan and a car to die for (though she couldn't actually drive it because, hello, New York!). It was all a long way from the life she'd known back at home. It was pretty disheartening that she almost missed the constant adrenaline rush, particularly given her desire to simply live a little, for a change. It almost made Katherine want to take a side, simply to see what all the fuss was about, but she hadn't lived 500-plus years only to throw away her life in someone else's world, in a war she had no stake in.
Besides, she was simply a fiction and nothing she did or said made a jot of difference to any world, right? Right!
At least the champagne she was drinking was real, even if nothing else in her life so far had been, which was a damn good job because it was a Friday night and she had no one to share it with. Okay, Katherine could easily have compelled herself some company, but that was too desperate, even for her. No one in this world really knew her so it wasn't as though she had to hide any more. It was actually quite liberating, though it was taking a lot of getting used to, she knew it was going to be a very long time before she felt comfortable in anyone's company again, even if she had been working with Stefan and Damon back in her own world.
Katherine blinked as she looked into the bar mirror. Turned slightly to her right and starred. Damon? What the actual fuck?! Was all it took to bring people into this whacked out world to think about them and poof, they appear? She turned back to the bar, hoping he wouldn't see her sitting there. Actually, hoping the floor would open up and swallow her right there! She hadn't needed to worry about working out where the ladies bathroom was, so that exit wasn't instantly available to her without the risk of Damon seeing her first. "Crap," she tipped the last of the champagne out of the bottle and into her glass, "there goes my boredom - and before I even had time to enjoy it. My life sucks!"