Katherine stood on the other side of the bar across of from Bonnie, and no matter how much she wished she was the one drinking, there were always more drunk guys hitting on her a few seats away. New Orleans was a magical place, if you're dad didn't own a bar as a cover for being a supernatural hunter, your little sister wasn't completely convinced she was in love with a werewolf, and your best friend wasn't a witch whose dad was the mayor. Not only was Katherine's life almost a complete train wreck with all the supernatural stuff going on, but she was also in college and her boyfriend had just broken up with her (feeling bad for the main character yet?). ¨I'm convinced I'm not going to survive the next few weeks… Gerard's coming to visit… and my dad thinks this is the perfect time to try to talk me into joining the family business.¨ Bonnie cocked an eyebrow and looked around the bar. ¨No, Bon, the real family business.¨ Katherine let her head hit the bar and sighed heavily.
¨Hey, at least you don't have to say yes.¨ Bonnie placed a hand on Katherine's shoulder and patted it a few times. Katherine raised her head enough to give Bonnie a death stare, then returned to her state of self-pity.
¨I'm going to diiiiiiie.¨ As if that word needed anymore emphasis, in the supernatural New Orleans death was something you evaded daily; with the amount of vampires running around both the witch and even just a girl from a hunting family needed to be careful wherever they stepped.
Bonnie rolled her eyes at her best friend's over dramatic reaction to something that really could be the least of their problems at the moment. The girls often listened in on the conversations of their fathers, sometimes with each other, sometimes even with one of the vampires working for the ruler of the small empire the supernatural creatures saw the French Quarter as; the news was not good as of late. There had been a huge shift in power, and control as the humans saw it seemed to be slipping through their fingers. Though Bonnie was a witch, her father was human, and her mother was a newly turned vampire; one of the many gifts Niklaus Mikaelson had given the mayor on his return to the city; Bonnie lived with her father but often visited the coven of witches her mother had belonged to before she was turned. ¨I have something to cheer you up. How would you like to go to a party?¨ Bonnie knew how much her friend loved parties, partying, anything that involved making bad choices and alcohol Katherine loved.
¨What kind of party?" Katherine lifted her head, intrigued by the idea of having a night off from their lives.
¨One of those charity things my dad always had to be at. There's one tonight, like a gala sort of thing. I heard the guy who's throwing the thing is kind of a Gatsby.¨ Bonnie just hoped she could convince Katherine to want to go to a charity party. After all, there would be cute boys, and Katherine needed at least one rebound bad choice after Stefan, before she threw herself back into a relationship.
Once Katherine heard the word charity she was seriously considering banging her head very hard into the bar. Katherine Pierce did not do charity events, especially the ones with cameras. Her last boyfriend was the kind who had a million cameras around him constantly and a sky-writing plane that just wrote his name behind everything he did. Stefan Salvatore was the Oliver Queen of New Orleans, and by that I mean he was Oliver Queen before the whole superhero thing. Katherine had been one of the many girls he told he loved them, but to him the words we're nothing more than something used to get girls into bed. Every girl expected to get out with their dignity and sanity, that they would be the one he truly loved, and they were all wrong. Stefan was someone who broke you and didn't bother staying to pick up the pieces; after all, he was too busy with the next notch in his belt. ¨Bonnie Bennett, don't tease me like that.¨ Katherine turned away to refill someone's glass who hadn't even asked for it, ¨I bet Stefan will be there anyway.¨ she muttered barely loud enough for Bonnie to hear.
¨Go with me, pretty please with a cherry on top?¨ Bonnie gave Katherine puppy eyes when the girl shook her head. ¨Come on, I'll help you pick something out. It. Will. Be. Fun. And good for you.¨
¨You're horrible. But I'll go with you.¨ Katherine sighed once again and shook her head with a smile as Bonnie said something about going to pick out a good luck outfit. ¨When are you picking up, date?¨
¨Nine, and we will be escorted by my lovely father.¨ Bonnie added a bad English accent to her statement and made Katherine laugh. ¨I'll bring some dresses for you to choose from later, lady Katherine.¨ She continued with the accent, and even bowed to Katherine before she left. Katherine had the feeling that night would be unforgettable, but not for any of the reasons it actually was.