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{Whiskey And Blue Hawaiian}

"I just moved here myself. What brought you back?" Elijah Mikaelson had wandered into Rousseau's in the hopes of spotting a Jane-Anne Devereaux, though had been unfortunately dissatisfied seeing that her presence was lacking. Fortunately for himself, a young blonde bartender, had been more than easily occupied with him.

"Well, my brother's here somewhere. I'm afraid he might have got himself into a bit of a bind." His hand lifted from his glass, his whole arm moving back in one fast motion that he didn't even take account of the glass the had been sitting only a inch away from him. The cup crashed over, fortunately not shattering as its contents flowed over the counter. The foggy glass slowly rolled to the edge, causing Elijah to reach out and catch it as Camille had already rushed to begin drying the mishap."My sincerest apologies Camille."

"Probably should apologize to me too." The voice was silk, soft and magnetic behind him. He felt as though his body had already heard the sound before it reached his ears, a feeling of warmth lining his veins causing goosebumps to follow. "I was really looking forward to that." The suited original swivelled in his seat, turning to look at the new face.

She was stunning, draped in a white jacket two sizes too big that reached half way down her thighs, in a form fitted body suit that he'd possibly comply was a size to small by just how tightly it were framing her. She wore white trousers that were nearly the exact colour of her jacket, that had the top of her phone poking out of one of the pockets. His eyes glided back up her body to her face, her lips were pursed and her head tilted to the side, her braids following along to the lull of her head, and her eyes were hooded as she stared at him in disappointment.

It took Elijah a few moments to gather his words, as he noticed just how impatient she looked in the moment. He couldn't fathom a compliment, or a clever wording to come up with as she stared at him. Was he nervous? "You are who exactly?"

It was then he took in account her crossed arms, one over the other right along her ribs. Then she jutted out her left hand out, gesturing to where he was sitting. "The person that was sitting there." She was a gorgeous pouter, her eyes glossed over and her bottom lip slid beneath her teeth so easily that it clearly weren't the first time she'd used this routine. Her gaze moved right passed him and back to Camille who had just finished cleaning up the mess on the counter."Cami you let him take my seat?"

"Im afraid I did not realize this seat was taken." He pointed out to her as he noticed Cami didn't really have an answer for that, he supposed she didn't know this woman enough to know if she were kidding or being serious. In truth, the brunette couldn't tell either.

She looked at him with knitted brows, not expecting him to even want to continue this conversation. She liked it, that he wanted to finish with an apology rather then a clean break."The drink really didn't tick you off?" She wondered, and received a lifted brow as her answer. She shrugged it off, her face lifting into a small smile. It had no teeth, and it barely pulled at her cheek muscles, but it were quaint, and Elijah liked that it were aimed to him."Can I have my seat back, please?"

"There is an open stool, to the left of me." He pointed out, gesturing to the seat on his left, a seat his new company knew had been open since the second she had stepped inside the bar.

She looked it over briefly, not turning her head even as she acknowledged the space but made no move to take it. "I guess, but now it's the principal of the matter."

Elijah's face lifted into a soft grin of his own, turning his head back to look at Camille curiously. It were a silent wonder, asking the bartender if she had an opinion on the matter. "Sorry, I'm loyal to my regulars." The blonde smiled sheepishly at him, receiving a wider grin from the woman behind him.

A low and short chuckle left his mouth as he reached for his drink, moving to the edge of his seat his other hand grabbed the corner of the bar while lifting himself to his full height. He slightly towered over her, even in her platform shoes. He looked down at her, doing the math in his head at what size she would be at without them. At least a foot. Offering out his open palm to her, he watched the deliberation in her eyes as she considered taking a strangers hand. Finally she took his hand, helping her into her seat.

"What a gentleman." She commented, resting her face in the palm of her hand. As she turned her body to be parallel to the counter.

Elijah wrapped around the corner of the bar, finding himself sitting in the free stool to her left. He lifted his glass, taking a small drink of its contents before setting it down. "I don't believe I've caught your name yet, Miss?"

He extended out his hand once more, watching her turn her body towards him while also crossing her legs over one another. "Nyla Beckett, and it's not Miss, it's detective." She reached out, accepting his hand once more, though this time the second one followed to grasp his wrist as she shook his hand.

"You, are a detective?" The eldest Mikaelson wondered, his grip loosened before falling back beside his cup.

"You, don't believe me?" She phrased it back, arching one her perfectly defined brows at him.

"I would not expect someone with your," he hummed from a low place in his throat, while considering his words."Grace. To be a part of Law enforcement."

"It's called work life balance, Mr Monopoly." Her chin was resting back in her palm, though her index finger did stretch out to gesture to his suit. She grinned to herself in particular, before turning her eyes to Cami."Can I get a replacement drink, please?"

"Elijah." He corrected her, turning back to Camille as well. "Please Put the drink on me, I was being foolish to not notice such a sparkly concoction."

"Tastes better than whatever you're drinkin'." She pointed out, sharing a small smile of agreement with the Blonde Bartender, before looking back over at him."What is that, scotch, whiskey?"

"Bourbon."

"Very classy." She nodded, watching to the side as Cami remade her drink in record breaking time. She was far to use to Nyla's order by now."I'm confident my tastes better though."

"What is in that precisely?" Elijah inquired, looking at the misty blue colour of it contents, and pineapple with cheery skewer on the top of her cup.

She tapped her chin in thought. "Vodka, rum, tons of mixers, oh, and fruit." She wore a bright victorious grin now, using her unoccupied hand to lift the straw to her lips. The Original watched the content wash over Nyla's face as she tasted her cocktail. When her eyes reopened she looked at him curiously."Want a sip?"

"I believe I shall stay to my more refined tastes." He smiled, lifting his glass of bourbon to his lips, and letting the bitterness wash over his throat.

"Suit yourself." Moments past in silence as the two bantering strangers came to a halt, as to finally enjoy there drinks. Unlike The Beckett woman, Elijah did not care about his drink, not in the slightest. He only cared about locating this threat to Niklaus, and he had become distracted with her presence.

Lifting her head after she finished half of her drink, she looked to The bartender that had been silently smiling at the twos interaction the entire Time. "Do you have a pen Cami?"

She nodded, going into her jean pocket and pulling out a red ball point pen, handing it to dark haired woman. Both watched as she pulled her napkin out from under her cup, scribbling down slowly as to not break the material."I'm Meeting someone, and I'm already," her head tilted up to look at Elijah's watch, before clicking the pen and folding the piece of napkin. "Remarkably late. Thanks for the buzz, call me sometime." She slid it right beside his now empty glass, smiling at him.

"Good evening, Nyla." He bid in slight annoyance, knowing his time were wavering and he couldn't spend anymore time entertaining her. At least, not tonight he supposed.

"Good Night, Elijah."