I have always liked the idea of a Katherine, Jeremy and Tyler friendship. Considering how they are some of my favourite characters and are all off-screen at the moment, why not write a fanfic where they are all having the time of their lives together?

Katherine Pierce raised her hand, gesturing the bartender to slide over three more shot glasses to herself and her company – Tyler Lockwood and Jeremy Gilbert. "C'mon, boys," she said, watching the young gentleman behind the bar pour the shots. "You have to at least try and keep up with me."

Jeremy chuckled to himself, amused by Katherine's antics that were becoming strangely familiar to him. That thought made Jeremy more inclined to drink.

"How am I expected to keep up with a 500 year old vampire and hybrid?" Jeremy smiled, enjoying the lighthearted atmosphere – something Mystic Falls lacked. Denver provided all that Mystic Falls did not.

"No one expects you to," Tyler chipped in, throwing Jeremy a snarky grin as he picked up one of the shot glasses and raised it to both individuals. "Cheers."

All three threw back the hard liquor, letting it burn down their throats. Getting drunk in the early hours of the morning at a local Denver bar had become a routine. The bartender had been compelled to stay late by Katherine herself, ensuring the entire bar was theirs and only theirs.

Jeremy let out a sound of disgust. It was his sixth shot and he was nowhere near as in control as Tyler and Katherine were. A ringing noise buzzed through his ears, blurring out whatever Tyler and Katherine were laughing about. Resting his head down on the counter of the bar, Jeremy covered his eyes, not wanting to see the smug looks that most likely coated the supernatural duo that sat either side of him.

"He put up a good fight," Tyler said with a shrug prior to reaching over the bar, grabbing himself a bottle of bourbon. "Enough shots, let's do this."

Following his lead, Katherine reached over and picked up one of the bar's oldest bottles of whisky. "You're on, Lockwood," she responded, raising her eyebrow. Everything between the two became a contest. Katherine enjoyed Tyler's company; he was a far more spontaneous version of Mason.

Katherine danced her way across the room, twirling around the tables and chairs that were packed up for the night. She made her way over to the pool table, propping herself up comfortably as she watched Tyler approach her. He took a swig from his bourbon, licking his lip as he looked Katherine up and down.

"You know, I remember the first time I ever saw you," he said drunkenly, chewing on the inside of his lip as he tried to think over what he was trying to coherently say. Katherine's ears perked up, keen to hear what the boy had to say.

"You were strutting up to my house in a leather jacket and tight pants, and I couldn't help but think 'when did Elena Gilbert get so hot?' with your hair curled and everything." Tyler gestured to his own hair, as if he had curls rolling down his shoulders.

Katherine smirked, recalling the occasion he was talking about. "What a relief, someone acknowledging that I am far more appealing than her." She looked over at Jeremy, still passed out on the bar. Both boys seemed to not think of her as being anything like her dull doppelganger. With Tyler, that seemed natural, but Jeremy had taken a liking to the striking differences in their personalities and that had come as a surprise to Katherine.

Tyler leaned into Katherine ever so slowly, letting his bottle of bourbon hang by his side. She felt his leg move into her, making the gap between them grow smaller. Tyler never missed an opportunity to take advantage of the growing sexual tension between he and Katherine. Her hand moved up the back of his neck before she aggressively tugged at it, effortlessly throwing him back onto the hardwood floorboard. Tyler was used to this treatment from Katherine; he thrived off it, knowing that eventually she'd give into his constant attempts to pursue a physical relationship with her.

"Why?" Tyler laughed off, feeling the throbbing ache on the crown of his head quickly fade away.

A contemplative look fell onto Katherine's face, tilting her upward before giving a shrug. "You haven't given me a good enough reason why I should."

"Is my hybrid stamina not enough for your insatiable needs?" Tyler crooked his left eyebrow, resting on his elbows.

"You're too easy, Lockwood. I like to be chased by boys who are not interested in me."

Tyler was too drunk to even try to comprehend what she'd just said. "Fine, but just so you know, you won't be able to resist me forever."

"Quit embarrassing yourself, Tyler," Jeremy groaned into his arm, listening in on the conversation taking place between Katherine and Tyler. He'd been witnessing Tyler and Katherine's playful yet sexualized banter time and time again.

"Says the one passed out on the bar," Tyler retorted back, picking himself up the floor. Grinning at Katherine, he held her gaze before turning his back on her and walking toward Jeremy. His hand patted down on Jeremy's back, dangling his bourbon in front of Jeremy's face. "Have another sip, Gilbert. You'll be fine."

Jeremy did not flinch. Usually he enjoyed drinking heavily but he'd drunk to a point where he now felt empty inside. Drinking sometimes brought on Jeremy's suppressed depression, taunting him with the loss of his parents as well as the loss of two girls he loved. He tended to drink more to drown out his sadness and woke up with an even bigger hangover, having to walk into school looking absolutely wrecked. Sometimes he wished he could just be turned into a vampire.

"Fuck you," Jeremy said, swiping the bourbon off Tyler and sitting up from his stool. "Seriously, dude." Jeremy drank his way over to Katherine who looked bored as anything.

"Look who decided to continue the party," she muttered, watching Jeremy pace his way through the alcoholic beverage he clung onto. Jeremy gave a lethargic shrug, responding to Katherine's slightly bitchy comment – he was accustomed to them.

"I recall you saying something similar in the tomb," Jeremy grinned. Having Katherine feed on him till his blood was drained was not the most enjoyable experience, yet somehow the two had become close enough to joke about such incidences. It was strange but their 'friendship' felt right. "I probably enjoyed myself more in there though, you know, due to unconsciousness."

"No one compelled you to be here, Jer," Tyler said, pushing past Jeremy and giving him a playful hip bump. "The door is right there."

"You want me to leave?" Jeremy gasped, snorting as he faked being offended. "Well, I will be on my way."

Tyler watched Jeremy walk toward the exit, dangling the bourbon as he drunkenly pranced away. "Baby, I didn't mean it, come back," Tyler cooed softly, reaching his arm out.

Katherine watched the boys. Moments like these reminded her why she bothered sticking around Denver when she could be anywhere in the world. Jeremy was far stronger than she'd ever thought of him as and Tyler was much, much deeper than she realized. For the first time in a long time, she felt as thought she had friends. Minus the constant flirting with Tyler, these were two people she felt entirely comfortable around. The three of them spent each day around one another, never tiring of the continuous drinking and joking. All three were taking a time out from their once hectic lives. It was refreshing to explore new relationships.

After happily watching Jeremy and Tyler play out a Romeo and Juliet-esque scenario, Katherine felt it in her best interest to summon them back to her.

"Let's play a game," Katherine spoke boldly, dropping to the ground and landing on her four-inch heels. "Truth or dare."

Tyler and Jeremy both let out a synchronized groan at the game she had suggested. The exit certainly seemed more tempting at this moment. Jeremy let out a yawn, thinking of a number of excuses to bail that he'd probably not use.

"For an old woman, you sure do enjoy the most juvenile games," Tyler said, despite being eager to play – at least the dare part excited him. He was well aware that Katherine had too much pride to pass up whatever dare he'd throw at her; it would be out of character of him to let this chance go to waste. "But I'm happy to comply, so long as I get another drink."

Katherine smiled approvingly, pleased he listened to her suggestion – or more so, command. She was so pleased she disregarded his comment about her age. She was used to it, the small digs he made. Worse things had been said about the vixen. She turned to look at Jeremy who gave her a 'do I have a choice?' look, enough to allow her to clasp her hands together. "Good. Let the games begin."

Just an introduction to the threesome to give you an idea of how they interact with each other.