As he pushed his way through the large swinging doors, he looked around the new town taking in his surroundings. The place was rather quiet a few people here and there, the odd car parked down the street, almost like Mystic Falls, he had been doing his best to get as far away from home and possible and the slight reminder of Mystic Falls almost made him want to give up and return, but until he understood what exactly it was that he was dealing with he knew that wasn't an option. He stood there on the middle of the sidewalk undecided which direction it was he would take, eventually making up his mind he took a left walking down the sidewalk up ahead he noticed some sort of bar, it seemed like a place decent enough to check out, it's not like he had other plans in fact right now he'd be grateful for anything just to pass the time. He made his way inside, the place was pretty quiet, an old guy sitting at one end of the bar who seemed to have consumed more than his fair share of rum, other than him the place was dead. He passed the old guy ignoring his presence moving to the opposite end of the bar pulling back a bar stool and sitting down taking in the unfamiliar surroundings the place was weird, one of those local type bars you see on old school movies where outsides are unwelcome, but he wasn't about to leave despite the odd stares he was getting from the drunk. After a few moments the barman crossed the room standing at the opposite side of the bar to Tyler, he was drying a glass with a ragged old cloth "what can I get you?" he questioned looking to him, Tyler looked up as he spoke "Uh, a coke.." The bartender fixed up the coke sliding it across the bar to him, Tyler slide over the money in response before taking a sip of the drink he had just purchased the boredom was beginning to hit him Tyler wasn't a patient person at the best of times and being away from home in some rough old bar wasn't making it any easier, he was starting to wonder if this was even a good idea, he couldn't run away from his problems forever, there would be a point where he would have to return to Mystic Falls accepting the burden he had been cursed with, he looked down to his drink doing his best to avoid eye contact with the two other people here, he frowned as the old juke-box randomly kicked in playing songs from the 70's that he wasn't particularly interested in.
Katherine reached the bar, from the outside it looked murky and dingy and everything seemed to be slowly crumbling from the outside in. Sighing Katherine saw her reflection in the window and adjusted her hair and her tank top before walking to the swing doors and pushing it open. The old men who had been away in their midnight chatter stopped the mumbling and other than the music. The place rang dead silence. Katherine stopped in the door way and rolled her eyes, as she pulled off her leather jacket and hung it on the coat hanger lying bare next to the door way.- Walking over to the nearest stool. She let her bottom smack onto it, as she held her hand up. ''Martini...dry'' Katherine's baby voice called. The bar tender walked over, and gave Katherine a look up and down and smirked. ''Miss you don't seem to be off age, come in the back room and we can sort this out'' The old grubby looking man asked her, his voice a twang of Tennessee. Katherine laughed, looking him in the eye. ''If you don't give me my drink i won't be ripping one ball off, it'll be two,'' Katherine spoke, her voice calm and smooth, yet her focus completely on him. The man sighed ''I'll get you your drink!'' The man told Katherine before walking away. Katherine looked over her shoulder at the man who was eyeing up. How old was he? Ninety? He could pass for her granddad. Looking around the bar her eye's settled on the left side to her. A guy. Muscular built. Dark almost black hair and skin dark tanned. He seemed around Katherine's age. Eighteen? Seventeen? One or the other. Katherine smirked when her drink was place in front of her. Without even a glance she grabbed her drink and made her way over to him. Not from a far Katherine smiled, walking around him. ''Hello, you look lost little boy.'' Katherine told him. Always standing behind him. ''Maybe far away from home?'' Katherine asked. But she could smell him. He smelled different. Almost to distinctive. But she couldn't pick up on it. Throwing it to one side. She put a hand on his shoulder. ''Maybe you would want to come for a walk? Away from this...crumbling place.'' Katherine teased. She liked fresh meat. Even though she hadn't seen his face yet. She didn't care. He would be fun. A lot of fun.