3rd Person POV
Mikaelson Compound
That evening
The group were in their respective rooms getting ready, and Kol had previously explained to the Ragnarsons which clothes were club appropriate. Just as Rebekah was about to pick which outfit to wear, Kol who had seen the options from her point of view, stuck his head through the half-open door between their rooms "Remember to pick something you can fight in, just in case."
"Well that severely limits my options." She pouted. "It's more of a bar than a club, you don't need to go that fancy." He reminded her "Ah there! How about that?"
"Hmm, not bad."
"Oh please, we share a mind - I know you like it." Kol smiled smugly as she pushed him back into his room so she could get changed.Downstairs
"How do the 2 people with super speed take the longest to get ready?" Freya complained. "Oh hush, we're here now." Rebekah said as they suddenly appeared behind their older sister, causing her to slightly jump "Next time would you mind giving a warning to the non-supernatural hearing of us?" She requested. "No, that would take the fun out of it." Kol said seriously.
The group walked to the garage splitting up into girls and boys as they wouldn't all fit in one car; once Kol and the Ragnarsons were in the blue 1970 Dodge that he and Rebekah stole in their way out of New Orleans, he sped out of the garage.Freya and Rebekah laughed at his antics as Rebekah more calmly manoeuvred her 1982 Alfa Romeo Spider Veloce before speeding up once she was on the road.
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