Dispersora | Klaus Mikaelson

Chapter 12

The party wasn't very exciting.

She at least expected them to hire some professional dancers. Or maybe a band. Instead there was a DJ who was only into electronic dance music, which she wasn't the biggest fan of. The alcoholic drinks were insanely tempting and yet she couldn't consume any. The humans that'd been invited weren't to be fed on.

It didn't really feel like a party to her.

"Go socialize," prompted Klaus, nudging Yara's lower back to propel her out into the middle of the courtyard. "Meet someone new."

"While you stand on the balcony and sulk?" she asked sweetly. "I'd rather stand next to you. We could do what we always do, criticizing everyone that walks in and drinking in between. I don't even need to drink to have fun making comments."

"What, you find no entertainment because you cannot drink?"

"My god you make me sound like an alcoholic." Klaus gave her a significant look. "Okay, I always have drunk a lot—" another look, "maybe more than a lot, but it's not that! I know how to enjoy a party without it. I just don't know many people and the environment doesn't feel... right."

"Aha, that implies you know even few people. Find someone you do know and glue yourself to them. I have to handle Elijah."

Yara made a face as he walked away.

She tried to mingle with the vampires, the only ones she more or less recognized. She spoke for a short while with Thierry and Katie, who had only come to see what the scene would be like, and were making a point not to cause any problems. Diego was less friendly with the wolves but was eager to tell Yara more about a business he apparently owned making silly t-shirts and donating the funds to children with cancer.

"Excuse me," she said, having liked the conversation until she saw the witches walk in with Davina in tow. "What kind of idiot–?"

She slid in front of Genevieve, who gave her a very obvious look over and asked, "You must be Yara Lopes."

"Yes," she said tightly. "And these girls are too young for a party like this."

"The witches were invited, namely their leadership. That includes the three Harvest Girls."

"Yes, I understand, but this is a party where the majority of people are overage and likely going to be intoxicated. It's like letting a high schooler into a college party. Seems like a good idea in their minds but it isn't in their best interests."

Genevieve gave her a look as if to say, 'What do you expect me to do about that?'

"Come with me, girls," offered Yara, trying not to punch the bitch in her face. "I will show you where the non-alcoholic drinks are." She beckoned them to come with her, guiding them to where one of the bartenders was catering to those in the crowd who either couldn't drink, or didn't like to. "Monitor these three closely, please, nothing with alcohol, but make the beverages fun and fruity. Close enough to the real thing without the final splash."

"We have drank before," said Monique pointedly.

"Good for you, I can relate, I've been drinking some kind of alcohol since I could walk, but this is a party in my house and I don't want anyone who is underage getting hurt and then trying to practice magic. That would be very bad. Everyone but the vampires is still capable of getting very plastered."

"Thank you," said Davina politely, knowing Yara was just trying to make sure they were alright. Neither Monique or Abigail seemed to find anything normal about her declaration, and were inclined to complain about her restrictions. "Is there anyone our age?"