#this Is So Me

ofdemartel​.

cleaning the house early in the morning wasn’t the best choice she has made. she thought she deserved a drink after being active almost all day, or maybe a few drinks. the redhead woman sipped from the bourbon as a voice close by filled the silence, and the calm and quiet moment disappeared. her head tilted when she looked at the young man ❝ what have i missed ? ❞ she asked him, a soft chuckle left her lips ❝ my head was somewhere else, so i do not know what they argue about ❞

August nodded toward the table yet again before replying. ❝ Just the best show in town. ❞ A little of an exaggerations, most likely, but it certainly it was the best one at Rousseau’s. ❝ The last moments of young love, at least until she undoubtedly takes him back, ❞ he explained taking another sip of his drink.

ofhcrmonies​.​

Harmony didn’t make it a habit to serve minors - for obvious reasons - but, well. It was her brother, and their father’s bar. That was an exception she was willing to make, and as it was, his commentary was better than the conversation she’d be getting on the other end of the bar. She leaned against the counter, letting her eyes wander into the direction of his words, “yeah, I’ll take that action.” She agreed with an easy grin, taking in just how heated the conversation seemed to be turning. “Maybe she’ll even throw in a slap if he says something douchey enough.”

His sister’s reply only made the teen’s smirk grow larger, blue eyes shinning with unbridled mischief. There was a reason why he constantly found himself bothering his sister at Rousseu’s when he had nothing better to do; Harmony always made for good company. ❝ Now, you just made me want it to happen, H, ❞ he complained playfully. And maybe he could get to what he wanted as now the woman was getting up. ❝ But first go for the glass, ❞ he said, even if the stranger couldn’t hear him. He wanted that money.

blcndebarbie​.​

“And why would I bet on that? If anything she would slap him and just walk out.” She spoke as she used her vampire hearing to listen into the conversation and could hear it in the girls voice that she was getting upset.

❝ The word fun comes to mind, ❞ he replied mirthfully. ❝ And you can always put your money in that, if you’d prefer, ❞ he added and smirked. ❝ But you can use privileged information, no eavesdropping. ❞ He couldn’t be sure the woman was doing that, but it was always a safe bet with super-hearing. 

mikaelsoncommaklaus​.

“Perhaps, but it’s fun to expect the unexpected.” He chuckled at his sons request. “Now what kind of father would I be if I offered my underaged son not one, but two rounds of bourbon? I could lose my liquor license!” He put a hand to his chest to look mock offended.

The words cause no surprised, he had the same belief; one of the many things in him that people liked to say reminded them of his father. ❝ A responsible father who makes sure his son drinks under his supervision, ❞ he replied without missing a beat, cheeky grin matching his tone. August chuckled at his father’s dramatics. ❝ No, not the liquor license. What a tragedy it would be. ❞

Focus (2015)

huntrcssadonovan​.​

Cocking her head to the side, Alaska chugged back the rest of her drink before looking toward the couple, “I’d put fifty bucks on that she would. Guy looks like a fuckin’ idiot.”

August’s attention peaked at the words, always a pleasure to see someone willing to join in his games. ❝ We can’t both win, what would be the fun in that? — I must agree, though, dude’s an idiot. ❞

Hero Fiennes-Tiffin for Elle magazine. (x)

erikmklsn​.

Erik was punching the bag when the noise of a door closing pulled him away from his thoughts. Stopping for a minute, he turned his head to look at who had walked in and sighed. “I’ll be leaving soon, then you’ll have it all for yourself.” He told the other with a nod. @newbornfallsstarter​

August walked closer to his cousin, leaning against the wall and shrugging casually. ❝ Don’t mind me.  Far from me to deprive you from the destruction of an innocent punching bag, ❞ the younger Mikaelson quipped. ❝ What has it done to piss you off, anyway? ❞

mikaelsoncommaklaus​.

Klaus chuckled at his son and glanced up at the couple from his place behind the bar. “I’ll match your $20 and raise you $20 that they turn the tables on us and he throws his at her.”

Of course, his father wouldn’t disappoint. August smirked and stole another glance at the couple that had just turned into the most interesting thing in the bar. ❝ Seems to me like you’re going to be a few dollars poorer, old man. ❞ Yes, he liked his odds. ❝ But while we wait — another bourbon? ❞