Hello my lovelies. I'm sorry about the mess that was my last Kolvina Fic. This one will be a stand-alone oneshot unless you guys want me to extend it. I'm not sure if this will turn out to be a set of one shots or a story. I'll let you decide. If you want me to put any of the ones I've deleted back up, leave me a review or send me a PM.

Thanks for reading,

Enjoy.

I wanna take you away
Let's escape into the music, DJ let it play
I just can't refuse it
Like the way you do this
Keep on rockin' to it
Please don't stop the, please don't stop the music

It was late on a Friday night. Davina slammed the shot down on the bar and she almost winced at the burn as the alcohol raced down her throat. Anyone with half a brain could see that she was in no mood to chat, only to sit down and reward herself for getting through another antagonizing week at work.

"Why is a gorgeous girl like you, drinking here all alone," She cringed at the sound of the voice that interrupted her inner musings. She and turned to see a handsome face topped by a head of dyed blonde hair looking down at her. Davina decided whether or not to acknowledge him with her voice and decided to go with the latter, instead ordering another drink. The lone brunette bartender slid another one over to her along with a wink. She smirked back at him. He had been flirting with her for the past half hour that she'd been here and she would be lying to herself if she said she didn't like it.

The bartender was attractive enough. His brown hair was tucked under a beanie and he seemed slightly under-dressed in only a thin white t shirt and jeans. His mocha brown eyes twinkled with mischief and he sported a slight stubble. From what she could tell, he was quite tall and his muscles were prominent under the wife beater he was wearing. Davina blinked when she realized she was staring. The bartender didn't seem to mind, instead he seemed aware of the fact and seemed to be showing off. He raised the drink he had just made in her direction and smirked confirming her thoughts. She downed the drink in her hand.

The man had apparently took her silence as the cue to put his arm around her. She looked down at it like it was something she scraped off of her shoe and shrugged it off. The man just chuckled and slung his arm around her again. Again she shrugged it off.

"Come on sweetheart, you look so lonely,"

"And she told you to bugger off mate" another male voice, laced with a British accent, interrupted.

The bartender was causally mixing a drink and Davina was captivated by how he moved with quick efficiency, suggesting of years practiced skill. She was torn between being thankful that he interrupted before anything happened and being annoyed because she could take care of herself. She just scowled at her empty shot glass.

"I didn't hear her say anything." The man said with an air of superiority that made Davina roll her eyes.

The bartender rolled his eyes, "that's because she knew that you would be too stupid to understand anything she said. Now go home, sleep off the alcohol and drugs that makes you and even bigger idiot than you are normally and I hope you have a killer hangover. Goodbye darling." handing the man the pink drink he had just finished garnishing with a raspberry.

Davina stared wide eyed at him. He had said it all with a smile worthy of a beauty pageant and a tone lighter than a feather. The other man, having enough sense that he would lose if he continued to argue, scowled and stalked off. Once he was out of sight, the bartender fixed his beauty pageant smile on Davina.

"I hope he knows that's going on his tab," he muttered to no one in particular then turned to face Davina, "Do I get a thank you? Or maybe a dance?"

"I could of have taken care of myself,"

He leaned forward, leaning his elbows on the bar and looked at her

"Sweetheart, in a place like this, your pretty face will only get you in trouble."

She mirrored him and their faces were close enough so that she could see the flecks of green and gold in his eyes. He voice was barely above a whisper "I know" she murmured and turned and walked away.

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As he stood behind the bar on his current shift, surrounded by bottles of alcohol and delicate glasses, Kol looked around him. His sister was nothing if not extravagant. Their brothers owned the establishment but Rebekah had a better taste for design than the entire family combined. She had roped him into being a bartender. It was not like they couldn't afford to hire one but Rebekah insisted on him. After all, he did make the best drinks and he needed something to do when he wasn't training dancers for their performances. He was getting paid of course.

Without needing to see it, he knew that the line to get in was long. The club was lit with brilliant blue lights, the ceiling supported by padded stone pillars that cornered the smooth dance floor lit ablaze in a brilliant purple. Plush bar stools were filled with customers demanding drinks and equally extravagant booths and tables lined the walls and filled any remaining space. Bodies writhed and swayed to the music that was resonating all around them, pounding into his ears.

He had a pair of blue eyes on his mind all day. He couldn't shake off the nagging feeling of shame at himself for not going after her and walking her home, she looked pretty wasted and he meant what he said about her getting into trouble. He cursed under his breath, realizing that he was searching for her amongst the occupants.

He was slightly pleased but wasn't surprised when he saw her, this time with her friends. His brothers' bar was the one of the most popular in the city.

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"Dee, don't look now but I think the hot bartender is checking you out,"

"For all we know he could be checking you out, and you have a boyfriend"

"Yeah but both Aiden and I are secure enough in our relationship to admire other men," josh retorted in a matter-of-fact tone.

The table they were sitting at had a clear view of the bar, unmarred by other tables or the dance floor. Josh was indeed right as she looked over and saw the bartender from the week before make eye contact with her before sending a wink in her direction and turning back to serve a customer.

She turned back to Josh who had "I told you so" written all over his expression. Davina just shrugged and turned back to sipping her drink which Cami, one of her friends who also worked here had brought to them earlier.

"Go talk to him,"

""Now why would I do that?"

"Because he's coming over here,"

Sure enough he was in front of them now. He smiled down at Davina.

"You still owe me a dance darling. You up to it?" Extending his hand

She looked at josh and he nodded. She shucked her jacket, and looked up at the bartender with a challenge in her eyes, "I think the real question is, are you?"

He chuckled, "Why don't we find out," he slinked out into the crowd. She shrugged at Josh who made a shooing motion with his hands and sent her to the dance floor.

Her back was facing him as he came up behind her slinking his hand one hand into hers and ran the other against her stomach. He groaned as she moved slightly. It took all her had not to turn her around and kiss her in the middle of the dance floor. The slight chuckle he heard from her was all he needed to know that she knew exactly was she was doing.

He smiled wickedly, he began moving his lips down her neck, barely touching it, then moved them back up, ending with a kiss right behind her ear. His efforts were rewarded with a sigh.

One of his hands was still in hers so he used the other one to spin her around so that they were chest to chest. He moved as a song started to play. She moved with him, almost like it was choreographed before. He spun her, dipped her and provided many challenges. Her body moved of its own accord matching him step for step.

"You're really good at this"

Kol smirked, "I've been classically trained darling, and you're not too bad yourself,"

Davina smiled. She was oddly comfortable in his arms and her nerves were hypersensitive. She faintly heard cheering but she could only feel the heat of Kol's body everywhere. Her hand was in his and his other was around her waist, pulling her close to him. She leaned into him, taking in his smell of pine and freshly cut wood. He looked good tonight, his gold tie stood out against the dark blue of his button down shirt which fit him very nicely. He had shaved and attempted to tame his hair but due to its nature it was still all over the place.

The song ended but he seemed in no rush to let her go. She blushed as she realized they had cleared a space in the center of the dance floor, everyone gave them a short applause and he eventually led her back to the bar, where josh was waiting for her holding her clutch and jacket, looking impressed.

"Hey mate, you won't mind if I walk her home right?"

"I don't know man ask her,"

He raised an eyebrow, asking her the silent question. She shrugged in response and began to walk towards the exit. She was out the door before he caught up to her. A heated conversation about whether the chicken or the egg came first, during the taxi drive and a short walk to her apartment later, they stopped in the lobby in front of the elevator.

"Thanks, I had fun," she tiptoed up, obviously intending to kiss his cheek. Like a scene in a book, he moved his head slightly and she ended up kissing his lips. They were soft and they moved perfectly against his. His hands move up to cup her face and hers reached around his neck, playing with hair at the nape. He leaned into the kiss, pulling her closer then when they were dancing. He nipped her bottom lip and she gasped and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in her mouth. It was a while before they came up for air. Davina pulled away slowly.

"I think you missed opportunity to come up with a better flirting technique" Davina said, a little breathless.

"Nope. I know I completed that task. All I need now is your number,"

He took a not-so-subtle glance at what she was wearing, taking his time to appreciate it. She wore a short red dress that came to just above her knees. The short-sleeved, beaded bodice covered most of her torso and the upper part of her arms. Thanks to his sister's habits he could tell she was wearing minimal makeup. Only a slight dusting of neutral shades coated her eyelids and her lips were stained a bright red.

"You know," he saw her shiver slightly at the low timbre of his voice, "it's rude to leave a man hanging,"

She just smirked, "tell me where I can find one, then maybe I won't,"

Kol let out a low whistle, "looks the flower has thorns,"

"Maybe, but if you're trying to be charming, try harder. Find more original flirting techniques, then we'll talk," and like the night before, turned to walk away without looking back.

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"Will I ever get a name?" The girl leaned against the bar, surveying the dances in the club. It wasn't as crowded as the weeks before but it was still full of people. It was the third week in a row she appeared and he couldn't help the warm feeling in his chest at the hope that she came just to see him. She twirled the straw in her drink, studying it, distracted.

"Hm?" she swirled on the seat to face him

"I want to place a name to such a pretty face."

"Maybe," she grinned and winked. Unable to help himself, Kol leaned over the bar and planted a kiss on her lips, she tasted like apples, and he could taste the faint flavor of the drink he just poured her. She didn't fight him which he saw as a good thing. They parted, leaving her with a slight smile on her face. He took her hand and kissed the top of it,

"How about I start then, Kol Mikaelson,"

If you have any prompts, I'm happy to have them.