It had become that time of year. When the warm embers of the sun burned against your skin and all around children ran without a care in the world as the hot winds brushed up against you. Summer, a time when the air was filled with the scent of freshly mowed lawn and cigarette ashes. Rebekah was enjoying a glass of scotch when her would have been spectacular time, was disturbed by a mob of enraged women who had begun protesting just outside. She would lie if she said she wasn't at all irritated by the new movement that had become so petty, but she was. All around saloons were closing due to prohibition; it was a rarity to find one at this time of day but she had indeed and she was planning on keeping it. She glared at the women protestants, eying them curiously. Most of her wished she could understand their views but for the majority she really couldn't. There wasn't anything great about denying one's freedom to drink and act as they pleased; they were the laws of humanity, to simply do as one pleases. She took another swig of her drink, trying to ignore the rowdy crowd. "Ya know, it ain't be long til they be bringing in bulls to shut this gin mill up." Ernest, the bartender commented as he cleaned off a glass with a towelette. Rebekah looked up at him, "I don't suppose a hard boiled man like yourself would allow that?" Her eyes scanned him; he was a broad man, no taller than six feet with a clean shaved head and scruff around his cheeks. Tacky, she must admit. "Believe me, I like it here and any whom disagrees will regret doing so.." A smirk took over her poised self. "I always knew there was something to you... you're quite the bearcat." He pointed. Rebekah finished what was left of her drink and was soon to be on her way when the doors to the saloon opened and in came the man she was waiting for.
Her gaze followed him as did her intentions. She tried hard, hard not move a single muscle... to just let him come her way. But her efforts ran futile for she found herself standing up to greet him. Her knees weakening with every step she took forward. She watched his devious little smirk, that smirk that was always accompanied by an ulterior motive. He was a cocky son of a gun but that was what attracted her. His inability to let anyone push him around, not even her brother. It seemed to her as if he lived without fear or a single care, he had no regrets and nothing to lose. But she did, she had much. Her and Niklaus were on the run from Mikael and they knew, with every death came suspicions. Being with Stefan was undoubtedly the worst idea since very well, that man liked his kill. She was assured he lived to terrorize the people then again, she found amusement in doing so herself. She strode towards him, finally reaching her destination. "What's with the smile?" She inquired, already guessing he had accomplished something. "Come.." She flicked her index finger for him to follow in her lead towards obscurity.
She was a woman of integrity after all, and granted, she liked her privacy. It was a place in which the sunlight from the windows didn't touch, it only ever left a dark shadow. The ceiling was filled with smoke as most of the men and women were avid smokers. Outside she could hear the rantings about the way they lived being a carnal sin and other nonsense. She found neither remotely interesting though she was assured it wouldn't be long before a fight would brake in. "They really are making this less... comfortable.. wish they'd pipe down and leave us be." She frowned in annoyance, even as far as she was from the commotion she could still hear them and that was making her irritable.
