{Oh, how we cope with these slow days

[itchtokill]

Who: Kol Mikaelson OR Cisco Ramon and YOU
Where: Various places
When: Month of February
Rating: PG (?) will warn for anything worse as needed.
Summary: Kol is setting up to sort out this memory business; Cisco is getting down to business making a lab space, helping Chloe with the WPA, whatever.
The Story:

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fifth floor bar bc they need to carouse a bit y/y?

[poppycock]

Heartfelt conversations over a few drinks aside, Mikaelsons do tend to congregate where there is ample supply of liquor. Tonight is a good enough night as any and the fifth floor bar is a lovely spot for it. Just seedy enough, with the added benefit of history to make it homey.

Klaus has been knocking them back for no particular reason — boredom, mostly. Brotherly bonding as well, perhaps? History does paint a pretty picture of the trouble he and Kol got into when they've imbibed, so why not liven this down-spell up?

Another swig of whiskey swallowed, Klaus turns the empty glass on the table, lip down. Slurring only slightly, Klaus lifts his pointer finger to Kol. "You know, there was nothing that compared to Normandy at the turn of the century; that was where we spilled the most blood." Obviously this is where reminisces take them: carousing and bloody murder. It would be a lie to say has not missed this: he loves Freya, but they do not have centuries of experience to share.

[itchtokill]

Arguably more alike than either would rather admit, Kol and Klaus have always had a grand time together when their priorities aligned just so, between the bitterness and vitriol. Tonight is certainly one of the more amusing nights among them, and perhaps far more necessary after their last conversation. Kol has lost count of how much he's been drinking, but it's enough to feel the buzz, keep that relaxed and easy-free feeling spinning its way through him. "We did have fun then, didn't we?" Because bloodbaths equal a good party in the Mikaelson clan. Hopefully no one overhears too much of this conversation, it might get awkward for some of their friends.

[poppycock]

Let it be awkward, is what Klaus would say, and only a bit because of the drink. They've never made a point to feel ashamed by their exploits; quite the contrary. "There's nothing like a war to cover one's tracks." And isn't that the truth.

[itchtokill]

Kol isn't sure he even knows the meaning of the word. He's reveled in the violence and the mayhem for so long, what does shame even look like anymore? "Not a truer statement has been spoken, brother." The grin he wears is wild and unbidden; it's been too long since they had a moment like this together, and it's nice to have it now.

[poppycock]

"I suppose we can't go on any satisfying outings here." Klaus glances about the bar. Not only is it hardly crowded, but the population of Wonderland is not what it once was. There would also be the tiny issue of almost certain recompense. Truth be told, Klaus does not particularly want to slaughter anyone here, but he does enjoy the idea of lost inhibitions in general. "But I wouldn't mind an event that would make an occasion convenient."

[itchtokill]

"Not likely, bar a very specific sort of event arising or something." In which case, Kol might just take full advantage of it, if one does present itself in such a way. "And if one comes along, I can assure you, I'll be right there with you, brother." There's just something about letting everything go in such a brutal, unadulterated way.