Eliza Kent has ruled New Orleans next to Marcel Gerard for many years but sooner or later her past catches up to her in form of the Mikaelson siblings who were convinced that she had died centuries ago. And Klaus wouldn't be Klaus if he just accept...
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The abattoir has been the most popular location for Marcel's parties for years now and aside from that, it was also the place he lived in together with his girlfriend. It was also the shelter to drunken vampires whenever they were too lazy to go home after another night of dancing and drinking which honestly was almost every night by now so it wasn't surprising when someone stumbled over an arm or a leg after a long night of partying.
Fundraisers weren't all too common in the big house though but usually whenever they happened, Eliza very much enjoyed planning them and decorating the compound. This time, she had planned a masquerade ball and she herself found the decorations breathtaking and the theme of the entire party seemed like a good idea.
"Wow." The voice of her best friend made Eliza look up from her clipboard which she used to double check if everything necessary for the fundraiser was done. "Well, you clean up nice." Evan was standing in front of her, his white shirt was loosely tucked into his pants and a black tie was hanging around his neck while his hair was styled as always.
"Yeah, I thought even the bartender should dress up for a ritzy event like this," Evan shrugged, slightly sad about the fact that he had to stay sober and serve drinks at another one of his best friend's party but he had offered to be the bartender and Eliza had gladly accepted because she really wanted him there. "Shouldn't you get dressed though?" He asked, eying her up and down, "the party starts in like ten minutes."
"Well, I'm a vampire. I can get dressed in under a minute," Eliza replied, checking the last point off her list before she finally put it aside with a sigh of relief, "plus the host is always fashionably late." "Right," Evan scoffed, taking the clipboard out of her hands, "go get ready. Marcel and I will take care of whatever else needs to be taken care of." Ellie smiled and thanked him before walking up the stairs where she had left her black dress that she was planning on wearing tonight.
Evan stayed back downstairs and took his place at the bar where he filled some glasses with champagne for the reception. It didn't take long for the first guests to arrive and to grab the glasses that he had filled and eventually, Evan stopped pouring glasses because vampires had a way higher tolerance to alcohol anyway and he decided to let his co-workers continue with that task.
"Ev, can I have a scotch, please?" The dark blonde man grabbed a glass of scotch and handed it over to Marcel who leaned against the bar and watched the party unfold. "Ellie really outdid herself with this party." "Makes me wish that I didn't offer to work." Marcel smirked at his friend and handed him a full glass of champagne which the other man gladly accepted. "I'll make sure you can attend the next party as a guest."
The two of them continued talking about this and that, even when Evan and Eliza's co-worker Camille O'Connell joined their conversation although Marcel and Evan seemed unsure of the reason why she was there considering neither of them invited her and Evan was sure Ellie didn't invite her either.
