Heathens ➶ The Originals

five ; waiting for tomorrow

Emery didn't feel like leaving her luxe hotel room, but the blonde opted to anyway. While she knew that she should have put her plan into effect as soon as possible, she decided to take a trip around the town instead.

After all, New Orleans was a gorgeous place. The history that covered the town was ludicrous. Emery had done her research about the town weeks prior to coming.

"Get out of the road!" With a flick of her very special finger, Emery continued crossing the road with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Bitch!" The car rushed by. Emery's eyes narrowed as she waved her hand absentmindedly. The same car slowed down significantly before swerving straight into one of the many water beds down in New Orleans.

Emery knew exactly where she was going. It was the means of getting there that annoyed her. As much as she tried to ignore it, she hated walking. No, she hated walking in heels.

The bells jingled above her head as she entered the same bar that she had entered earlier, 'Rousseau's'. It had been about an hour since her last visit and the crowd had lessened down significantly.

"Another whiskey?" The blonde bartender from earlier, Camille, gave her a friendly smile this time.

"Indeed." Emery gave a wide grin back, feeling a sudden sense of euphoria. Maybe it was from the shining attitude of Camille now that the bar wasn't as busy, or the whiskey that had just been placed in front of her.

She took a slight sip of the drink, not wanting to get drunk too fast. Even with her immortal side, Emery could still get drunk though the buzz wouldn't last as long as any normal human. The only downside was the fact that she was a lightweight, only being able to take one or two drinks an hour to avoid damage to her self-control.

"You new to New Orleans?" Camille gave a slight laugh at the matching words in her sentence.

"Yep," Emery took another sip of her drink, "a month in New Orleans should be enough."

"A month? People usually take a vacation for a week, maybe two, or they move here. Not to intrude, why a month?" Camille asked her curiously.

"I like traveling. Been all over the world, but never New Orleans." Emery intended to give a short answer. She didn't believe that this Camille woman needed to know her entire life story.

"Where-" Camille was interrupted.

"How long have you lived here, Camille?"

"Please, call me Cami," she laughs, seemingly avoiding the question, "this was my hometown. Came back from college after, um, a couple months ago."

The conversation ended abruptly after that. Camille ended up filling her drink before heading in to the back room, seeming lost in thought as she went.

Karaoke was going on in the background and a woman was currently singing a random Lady Gaga song in acoustic format. Emery compared her singing to a dog's squeaky toy being squeezed repeatedly.

"Another one?" Her attention was captured by a different brunette waitress coming up to her. Camille had obviously disappeared somewhere in the back.

"Sure." Emery found herself nodding before she even knew she was.

"I'm going to head out actually," she stopped the waitress halfway through filling her drink.

"M'kay!" Once again, she left a bill on the table. Though Emery came to realize that she could have easily left nothing and the brunette wouldn't come to care.

The moment Emery stepped outside the bar, her phone began ringing. She checked the Caller ID, which stated unknown before smirking and answering.

"How are you, dearest brother of mine?" Emery greeted her brother over the phone.