she's brave

human. bartender. brave.

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dvppelgangcrs

‘ that’s probably because i’ve never been here before. ‘ leda explained with a shrug as she sat herself down. ‘ oi, what’s that supposed to mean — do i not have one of those friendly faces ? i’m wounded. ‘ in all fairness, she wasn’t the only person with that particular face, but the thought still counted for something in leda’s mind.

“That would do it,” she nodded, still all too curious to walk away. “I didn’t exactly say that, but I can see how you could take it that way.” She smiled weakly, moving back behind the bar. “Which is why I’m going to give you a drink on me. What’re you having?”

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bastxrdhybrid

Klaus gave the blonde woman a look over, humans, they were always so drawn into curiosity and wondered how it was they ended up in the middle of dangerous situations. He smiles however at her, “Perhaps its because its been quite some time since I’ve been back in New Orleans and some family dramas have kept me busy.” He points out with an amused look as he takes a seat at the bar. “Here and there.” He replies with no real answer, his accent never screamed Virginia as his birthplace, “But New Orleans will always be home to the heart.”

Cami tossed her empty bottle aside, her palms falling flat against the wooden bar. “Family dramas? Sounds like something I know about,” she mused, flipping an empty glass onto the table with a grin. “Way to sound incredibly sketchy,” she added curiously, her focus on the male before her. “Right. What’s your name? If this is your home, then surely I would’ve heard of it at some point or another.”

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       “I don’t think we’ve met before. Which is strange, because I’ve met nearly everyone who comes in this place,” she pointed out, beer in hand. She was curious, seeing as this wasn’t the first new face she’d seen waltz into the establishment. “Where’re you from? ‘Cause locals a little more friendly than that,” she added, moving closer with pinched brows of question. 

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magicpulsed:

‘ you’re not supposed to be here,’ she remarks, turning on her heels to face the figure. yet the slightest of mischievous smiles tugs at the corners of painted lips — perhaps due to the fact that neither was she. 

“And you are?” It was none of her business, truly, but when had she ever been one to pass up curious inquiries? “Something tells me that statement is a two way street,” she added, eyes searching the other’s obvious amused state.