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@havocbled - Hayley and Klaus
Hayley had been at the bar for a couple of hours now - previously dancing on top of the bar as the alcohol seeped into her system. She didn’t really know why but she was always comfortable around the people that went to bars, happily accepting them for who they were and appreciating the fact that she wasn’t the only person who wanted to escape reality for a while, and not think. She smirked when she saw a familiar head sitting strategically in the corner of the room by the dart board, and tilted her head. The alcohol lowered any inhibitions she would normally have as she grabbed a dart from the bucket and aimed it at the dartboard, trying to grab his attention as soon as the dart hit the center target flawlessly.
“Well if it isn’t the self-proclaimed King. Welcome back to the bar, your majesty.” she called out, folding her arms over her chest and smirking at Klaus Mikaelson’s handsome features.
HE’S DRINKING IN SILENCE, the only peace he can obtain anymore. it’s lucky enough he’s been alone for as long as he has, as someone usually bothers him by then. as if a touch of magic from the devil himself, he’s interrupted. not by anyone he’d consider a nuisance, though, but by hayley marshall herself. she’s a mystery, but hardly one he’d turn away. in fact, he finds himself more curious every time she’s in his presence. his gaze shifts, for a moment, to admire the near perfect hand eye ordination. the hybrid grins and takes another sip of his drink. ❝ thank you, love, ❞ klaus lets his feet slip off the chair opposite of him, nodding for her to sit. ❝ if you’re going to address me as a king, it would be more fitting to bow. ❞














