FOR: open, @ivycovestarters
WHERE: kings bar
ivy cove hardly has the same magic or ambience as new orleans, at least in klaus's opinion. he misses the feel of the french quarter, waking up in the abattoir every morning and knowing that the city was his. but most of all, he misses rousseaus, however he supposes kings bar can be a sufficient replacement. after all, what choice does he have? he's been brooding over this all night, as empty glass after empty glass is replaced by another filled one. he can't feel anything, though. after being alive for over a thousand years, you tend to feel the effects less. he's been brooding so much that he doesn't notice somebody taking a seat beside him, the bar exceptionally busy tonight. he turns towards them with a one-sided smile. "are you sure you want to sit there?" there's no threat in his tone, but nobody can ever be sure with klaus.