consumedly - :) Thank you. I dedicate a lot of effort to these chapters. I just want everyone to have as much fun as the characters and I do.
AquaLover5711 – lol I'm not sure what the solution was. Probably the first time Elijah tried to make the rumor and no one could prove him wrong.
SabbyDeeKnowles – Care's still with Tyler, but likes Klaus. It's just a petty jealousy, the Matt thing. That whole girl thing where you liked a guy once and it's not nice to see him with another girl.
Regarding RISK – That's a game I have NO IDEA how to play, but from what I've seen it's a lot of work. And as much fun as it would be to see the Originals take over the world, I really just can't do that one. Sorry, guys.
Regarding SPIN THE BOTTLE – It's a funny idea, but the four are siblings so I don't think that would work out so well...incest is NOT best. lol
I'm starting to run out of ideas for these chapters. Ruh-roh!
I apologize profusely for the late update. I was struggling with the time constraint this week. It's a multi-game chapter, as well, so that also made it a very tedious and exhausting effort. Not my best work, I know. But alas, here is the chapter for this week. I hope you enjoy. =)
Are the chapters getting TOO long, or is it just me?
Week 11
Another Friday night fell upon the Original household. The mansion was disturbingly quiet as the night lacked two of the major players. Rebekah and Kol were the only ones sitting in the Great Room, awaiting the start of Game Night. Elijah had been seen sporadically throughout the day, but Klaus was mysteriously M.I.A.
"Where's Nik?" Rebekah wondered aloud, glancing around the room for her missing brother.
"Haven't seen him all evening," Kol shrugged.
"Bit strange. Usually it's Elijah we can't find."
"Him I have seen. He was outside talking to Elena on the phone."
"Between his doppleganger obsession and Nik's infatuation with Caroline, I'm going to be forever nauseated."
"Says the one giddy after a quarterback," he cleverly pointed out.
Rebekah frowned, her cheeks heating up. "That doesn't nearly compare."
"You're right. It's worse," Kol sat up. "He's human. At least both our brothers are invested in supes."
"Elena barely counts as a supernatural being."
"The point remains. You are the lowest of them all."
She crossed her slumping arms, pouting. "Well it's better than being alone."
His face lit up with a grin. "I quite enjoy my solitude, actually. Gives me plenty of time to think of new ways to torture my siblings."
Rolling her eyes, Rebekah lifted herself from the couch and headed toward the doorway. Kol's smile faded.
"Where are you going?"
"To find Nik," she called over her shoulder.
Kol hopped up and followed her out into the foyer. Their search didn't last long. Klaus was actually hiding away in his study. He was slouched over his desk, head buried in unfinished sketches, mostly of Caroline. Two empty wine bottles rested near the edge and in his hand he was clutching an empty glass, stained crimson by a single drop at the bottom. Kol sauntered over and patted his brother on the back. Klaus' head snapped up almost instantly, startled by the sensation.
"Easy there," Kol raised his hand "What's gotten into you?"
Klaus sighed, miserably. "Am I fool, Kol?"
"Yes," Kol answered, without having to think about it.
Klaus' eyes narrowed in confusion as he gazed up at his baby brother. "You don't even know in what context I'm asking."
"Don't need to. Common knowledge."
He laughed off the insult, bitterly. "I think I'm being played, little brother."
Rebekah sank against the doorframe, folding her arms. "Is this about your little cheerleader obsession again?"
Klaus shot her a dirty look. "Do not mock my pain, Rebekah."
Rebekah let out the laugh she was unable to repress. "Somebody's feeling dramatic."
Kol knocked the empty bottles with his knuckles. "He's drunk."
"So I've noticed."
"She's not answering any of my calls or texts," Klaus suddenly grumbled.
"Oh snap out of it!" Kol exclaimed. "You're turning into a woman, Nik!"
"I'm worried Kol," he insisted, not all too convincingly. "What if something's happened to her?"
"Perhaps Elena will be able to shed some light on her friend's whereabouts for you," Elijah suddenly appeared.
"She's coming?" Rebekah scoffed.
"I can't stop drawing her," Klaus mumbled, lowering his head again and swiping the sketches off his desk in his misery.
"Rebekah grab a blood bag," Kol directed. "We need to sober up this pansy before his puppy love consumes him entirely."
"Shut up, Kol," he said in a muffled groan.
"Why bother?" Rebekah droned. "I think it'd be entertaining to see him grovel drunkenly before his little blonde tart. Provided she actually shows up."
Kol stopped. "You may be onto something."
Elijah shook his head at both of them. "You two know he doesn't deserve that."
"He daggered us, Elijah," Kol reminded him, a sour tone to his voice.
Elijah contemplated it and, with a firm nod, agreed, "Leave him."
As the three of them began to pour out of the room, Klaus finally raised his head, bloodshot eyes shining at their backs. "Yeah, same to you all!" he called after them. "See if I don't dagger you again!"
Rebekah paused, turning back to him, a spiteful glare in her eyes. "Drink some more, Nik. You're on a roll."
In a furious rage, he grabbed one of the bottles and threw it toward her, missing Rebekah completely. It smashed against the frame, the olive stained glass shattering into bits.
"Miserable drunk," she remarked as the remaining siblings walked down the hall.
Kol smiled playfully at Elijah. "So the doppleganger's coming out to play?"
Elijah hesitated before nodding. "Yes."
"Brave of her," Rebekah commented.
They entered the Great Room, finding a seat as they waited for Elena (and their inebriated brother) to arrive.
"What are we playing?" Kol asked, toying with his phone on the couch.
"I'm not sure." Elijah slumped into an armchair. "She said she'd provide a few games. But I would like this to be a nice, laid back game night," he implored. "After everything that's happened, I don't need anything to cause more drama. Namely, Kol."
"Who's causing drama?" Kol shrugged. "I'm just trying to have a good time."
"Your idea of having a good time is making it so everyone else has a bad time."
"That's their choice. It's all a matter of perspective, really."
"It's a matter of fact, Kol."
"Oh all right. I'll behave. Mostly."
"I don't want her to feel uncomfortable. I'd like to be able to bring her around without fear of humiliating and/or alienating her. So for once, could you please just act...well, not normal, because normal for you is not normal. Just...be civil."
"When have I ever not been civil?" Elijah narrowed his eyes in a condescending manner. Kol sloughed lower in his seat. "All right, all right. Don't get your panties in a bunch. I will do my best not to embarrass you or your doppleganger."
"That's all I ask." The doorbell rang out. Elijah rose to answer it, eyeing his brother along the way. "Seriously, Kol."
Kol raised his hands defenselessly as his brother walked out. He and Rebekah listened to the echoing voices of Elena and Elijah, smirking at each other knowingly from opposite couches. As the voices drew nearer, Kol sat up, readying himself to greet their guest. She was ushered in, laughing at something Elijah had said.
"Elena, darling," Kol greeted. "Wonderful to see you with your clothes on."
Elena's smile instantly vanished, her eyes wide with embarrassment. Elijah squeezed his eyes shut, a low throaty snarl trickling out. Kol gasped, pressing his index finger to his lips in mock shame.
"R...ight," he remembered. "I was not supposed to humiliate her."
"I'm sorry, Elena," Elijah began to apologize. "If you would rather leave - "
"It's okay," she stopped him, drawing in a deep breath. "I can handle Kol."
Kol chuckled. "Highly doubtful, darling. But I admire your confidence."
"What's in the bag?" Rebekah asked, referring to the oversized shoulder bag hanging against Elena's side.
"I brought a few games," Elena explained. Suddenly her smile was back, and it was riddled with amusement. "I thought a Kiddie theme would be fun."
As all of the Originals began to contemplate what exactly she meant, she started pulling out one box after the other. Kol silently mouthed the names as she set each one down. There was "Chutes & Ladders", "CandyLand", and "Pretty Pretty Princess". When she finished, Elena glanced around the room to gauge their reactions. Rebekah's eyebrows were lowered as she tried to formulate an opinion, whereas Kol was all too happy to oblige. His eyebrows shot sky high, mouth twitching with an overeager grin. He glanced up at Elena, excitedly.
"Which one can we play first?!"
"What is wrong with you, Kol?"
Elijah's voice thundered threateningly as he questioned his brother's earlier actions while Elena and Rebekah had momentarily left the room.
"Selective hearing?" Kol tried.
"Clearly, as you selected not to hear me."
"No, I heard you. I just opted not to listen."
"As usual."
"It's all in jest, Elijah. Besides, she said she could handle me. That's pretty much granting me free range."
"Don't even think about it, Kol."
"For you brother, I shall abstain. Just not wholeheartedly," he added with a wink.
Elijah sighed, defeatedly. "I suppose that's the best I'll get..."
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Rebekah busied herself at the wine rack, trying to decide which bottles to bring out. Elena was standing awkwardly at the island, clasping one of her elbows. She didn't really know what to say to the Original who had always hated her. The only reason she had agreed to help was because she saw the rage in Elijah's eyes and knew he'd want a word alone with his brother.
"Need any help?" she finally asked, impatient with standing by idly.
"Not from you," Rebekah answered drolly.
"Is there a reason you hate me so much?"
Before she could get an answer from Rebekah, another Original brushed past her. Klaus turned partially as he walked.
"Elena," he muttered in greeting.
She returned the sentiment: "Klaus."
She watched as he opened the fridge and took out a B-positive labeled blood bag, ripping the top open negligently causing blood to splatter on the granite.
"We just had this floor waxed," Rebekah whined.
"If you're so concerned, lick it up," he responded hotly.
He abruptly exited the room, leaving the two as they were. Grabbing two bottles, Rebekah rebelliously stepped over the puddle, purposely bumping shoulders with Elena as she walked out. They reentered the great room, taking their respective seats. Elijah had just finished setting up the game board. As she sat beside Kol on the couch, Rebekah picked up the cardboard top of the box by one corner, letting it dangle off her little finger.
"Ages 5 and up," she read off. "That's right up your alley, Kol."
"Oh goody!" he clapped, sarcastically. "And when we've finished, will you take me to the circus?"
"This isn't enough of one for you?" Klaus gestured to the room.
"There are quite a few clowns," Elijah agreed.
"Elena'd actually make quite the acrobat," Kol smirked. "Come to think of it, Elijah's pretty flexible himself."
Elijah's eyes flicked to his in a warning. "Kol, you're playing with fire."
Kol hummed, sipping his wine. "So how do we play - " he plucked the box top off of Rebekah's finger and read it, " - Chutes & Ladders?"
"There are 100 squares on the board, and they're all numbered. If you land at the bottom of a ladder, you go up to where it stops. If you land at the top of a slide, you have to slide back down to the bottom of it. The object is to reach 100 first."
Kol was too busy looking at all of the pictures on the board to listen to Elena's explanation. At the base of one ladder was a girl planting a seed and at the top of the ladder, the flower had blossomed. At the head of a slide, a boy was reaching into the cookie jar. By the bottom, he had broken the jar and scraped his knee. Kol took it all in with a certain amusement.
"I particularly like how each ladder goes up to an accomplishment and each slide is caused by bad behavior," Kol grinned laughingly. "So human."
"Hmm," Elena stared at the board. "I guess I never noticed that."
"You wouldn't, would you?"
"Is that supposed to be insulting?"
"Not at all, love." He scooped up the dice. "So following suit, Nik, you'll go first."
"I'd rather sit this one out," Klaus brooded.
Sighing, Kol got up from his seat, his phone falling on the cushion, and approached Klaus. He grabbed his brother's hand and forced the dice into his palm, then closed his fingers around them.
"Throw the dice, play the game, forget about your woes."
Klaus angrily dropped the dice on the board, not intending to actually roll them. Kol picked up the piece with a skipping blonde boy on it and moved it the four spaces.
"Look at that," Kol cheered. "You're already winning with a ladder. You read a book and proceeded to graduate. How about that?"
"Give it up, Kol," Klaus begged with narrowed eyes.
"This tragic funk you're in is not becoming, brother," Kol told him, accidentally sitting back down on his cell phone.
He maneuvered to retrieve it and a small beep sounded, followed by a voice saying, What can I help you with?
Kol blinked, astounded. "Did my phone just speak!?" He pulled it from beneath his leg and stared bewildered at the tiny microphone picture that had popped up. "Guys, I'm fairly certain Rod may have a brain of his own."
"Who's Rod?" Elena asked him.
"Shhh," he urged. Cautiously, he pressed the microphone button and a sound came out. He raised an eyebrow. "What are you?"
SIRI: I'm just a humble virtual assistant.
His eyes widened, petrified. "See? See!?"
"That's just Siri," Elena laughed.
"Siri?"
"It's like a personal assistant that takes voice commands."
"Hmm." He pressed the button again. "Hello, Siri."
SIRI: Hello there.
Kol gasped in awe. "This is possibly the most brilliant thing I've encountered. Siri, tell me how handsome I am."
SIRI: From now on I'll call you 'Handsome'. OK?
"Oh, this I could get used to," he beamed. "Siri, tell Nik he's a turkey!"
SIRI: Okay, I'll send your message.
In a matter of thirty seconds, Klaus' phone went off. Somewhat startled, he pulled it from his pocket and opened the text message. His eyes narrowed as he held up the screen to Kol. It read, "You are a turkey".
Kol's eyebrows raised. "That's actually quite convenient."
"And annoying," Klaus shook his head, putting his phone away again.
"Enough of this Siri thing," Elijah insisted. "Let's continue the game."
"Siri, we'll chat later," Kol assured his phone.
SIRI: Nice talking with you...
"Such a sophisticated piece of technology," Kol mused. "And so well mannered."
"Don't fall in love with your phone now," Klaus pleaded.
"As if his game obsession wasn't bad enough," Rebekah groaned.
He narrowed his eyes at them, accidentally pressing the button again. "Oh shut up."
SIRI: That's not very nice.
"Oh, now you've gone and made me upset her," Kol frowned. "Well done."
Rebekah grabbed the phone from him. "Siri, from now on call me "Idiot."
SIRI: From now on I'll call you 'Idiot'. OK?
Kol grabbed the phone back, sneering at his sister. "Mature, Bek. Hey, Siri, do you love me?"
SIRI: I'm not allowed to, Idiot.
"Well," he scoffed.
"The game?" Elijah reminded them. "It's your turn, Kol."
Kol rolled the dice and moved his 9 spaces, landing him at the base of a ladder. He playfully trudged his piece up the rungs and rested on #31.
"I like this game," he beamed, handing Rebekah the dice.
"Yes, it's just simple enough for your puny brain to comprehend," she taunted.
"Likewise," he shot back.
Elijah handed the dice to Elena and she landed on 8. He then took his turn and rolled 11. Cautiously, he held the dice out to Klaus. Klaus glanced up at him sardonically.
"What part of 'I'm not playing' do you people not understand?"
"If it'll make you feel better, I know Caroline's not avoiding you because of anything you did," Elena told him.
He sat up, perturbed. "She is avoiding me then?"
Elena closed her mouth, realizing the mistake she'd made. Quickly, Elijah threw the dice for Klaus.
"There, Klaus. You got 7."
"Another ladder," Kol grumbled after counting the spaces leading up to #42. "You're too good at this game, Nik."
Klaus laughed. "I know you're both trying to distract me."
"Distract you?" Kol lowered his eyebrows in mock confusion. "Distract you from what?"
"Just move your piece so we can continue," Elijah urged.
And he did. He emptied the rest of his blood bag and retreated to the kitchen leaving the rest to finish the game.
In about fifteen minutes, the game had concluded with Elijah as the winner. He'd luckily landed on the #80 spot which was a ladder leading directly up to the 100th square. Kol was pouting at the fact that he had landed on every slide on the board and that there was a Chutes and Ladders conspiracy. No one paid him any mind. Klaus had returned with another blood bag, but poured it into a wine glass this time. Seemingly, he was beginning to sober.
While Elijah and Elena put away the game to trade it for Candyland, Kol began to utilize his new phone friend to ease his disappointment.
"Siri, I'm bored."
SIRI: I bore you, Idiot?
Kol's eyes narrowed. "Right, that. Siri, please call me by my name: Master Handsome."
SIRI: From now on I'll call you "By My Name: Master Handsome". OK?
"No, no, no!" He shook the phone with a vengeance. "Siri, call me "Master Handsome"!"
SIRI: From now on I'll call you "Master Handsome". OK?
"Yes. Perfect." He toyed with the phone as he decided what to ask next. He glanced at Rebekah, having an idea. "Siri, find Matt Donovan on Facebook."
SIRI: I've found 3 people with that name.
Kol browsed until he came across the football player's profile. He groaned with distaste. "Even in his profile picture he looks like a tool. How can you like this guy, Bekah?"
She looked up alarmed. "What are you doing, Kol?"
"Befriending your potential boyfriend on a social network."
"You can't do that!" she cried. She glanced worriedly at Elena. "Can he do that?"
"Well, well, well." Kol rubbed his chin. "Look at all of these pictures with Elena."
Rebekah sat forward, reaching for the phone. "Let me see."
"No touching!" he scolded, pulling away.
Elena, meanwhile, was shaking her head unimpressed. "We're friends, Kol."
"Kissing friends?" he held the screen up to show her.
Elena eased up. "Friends who used to date..."
"Apparently, he forgot to notify his Facebook of the separation," Kol noted.
"Wait, really?" Elena's eyebrows furrowed.
"He still thinks he's in a relationship with you!?" Rebekah exclaimed. "And to think, I was going to give him a chance."
Klaus perked up in his seat hearing all the commotion. "What exactly is Facebook? And does Caroline have one?"
Kol plucked a pillow from behind him and chucked it at Klaus. "Stop obsessing, Nik!"
Klaus shielded his face, letting his arm take the fluffy blow. "She won't answer me! It's infuriating!" He tossed the pillow back, accidentally hitting Rebekah.
Rebekah let out a small gasp. "I wouldn't answer you either if you kept pestering me!"
"...It was only four messages."
"Yeah, per hour," Kol snickered, getting hit with the pillow again by his sister. "Was that really necessary?"
"You started it."
Grunting, he picked the pillow up and threw it at Elijah this time, knocking the game pieces off the table in the process. Elijah looked up from the pillow in his lap.
"Who did that?"
All three – Klaus, Rebekah, and Kol – pointed to one another. Hearing Elena's laughter beside him, Elijah inconspicuously grasped the pillow and bumped her face lightly with it. Her laughter subsided and she stared at him with smiling shock.
"Elijah Mikaelson, did you just hit me with a pillow?"
He smiled, solemnly, his eyes alight with mischief. "Yes, Elena Gilbert, I believe I did."
"It's on, now."
She grabbed the pillow from her lap and the one that was behind her and tossed them both at him. He managed to dodge one, sending it flying over in Kol's direction. It knocked his phone out of his hands.
"Siri!" he cried out as the phone landed on the floor.
He scrambled after it, getting hit by pillows in the crossfire. The pillow fight that ensued sent the prospect of Candyland into the shadows...
By the time the fight had ended, Klaus' blood was knocked over, Kol had his phone back, Candyland was in shambles on the floor, and Pretty Pretty Princess was on the rise. Since it was only a four player game, Elijah had chosen to sit this one out and clean up the mess they'd made. Elena worked on setting up the new game, putting all four jewelry sets – blue, pink, green and purple – into the box in the center of the board. The lid to the jewelry box became the spinner.
"It's pretty easy. You win by getting a full set of jewelry and the crown," she told them. "Each spot you land on lets you take one piece. Earrings are one piece each."
"There are five rings," Rebekah noticed.
"The black ring is actually bad to have. If you're wearing it, you can't collect any jewelry you land on."
"Give Nik the black ring," Kol suggested. "It matches his heart."
"This is ridiculous," Klaus huffed. "It's simply dress-up in game form. There's no strategy."
"It's for little girls, Klaus," Rebekah explained. "It's not supposed to entail strategy."
"Oh come, Nik," Kol implored. "Don't you want to feel pretty?"
"No. I truly don't."
"Look. You've managed the avoid playing the first one," Elijah started, sternly, sitting back beside Elena. "The least you could do is partake in this one, as Elena went through the trouble to bring them."
He contemplated the remaining blood in his glass and finally gave in. In a matter of minutes, Kol had managed to score both green earrings, Rebekah the pink necklace, and Elena a blue bracelet. True to form, Klaus reluctantly played along. He had no issues putting the purple ring on his pinky finger – the only one it fit on – or the bracelet when he landed on it, but when it came time to take the matching necklace, there was a big fight.
"I took it from the box, I am not wearing it."
"Oh come on, Nik," Rebekah whine. "You have to. It's part of the game."
"I'm not putting on any more of this ridiculous, not to mention cheap, plastic jewelry. Isn't it enough that I'm playing?"
"What would Caroline say?" she retorted.
Klaus's already narrowed eyes turned dark. "What does it matter? She's not here."
"Just put on the necklace, Klaus," Elena urged. "Caroline is fine."
His face sobered. "Have you spoken to her? Has she told you why won't she talk to me?"
Elena pressed her lips together. "Girl code, Klaus. I can't tell you."
Grunting in defeat, he begrudgingly put the purple necklace around his neck. Kol picked up the spinner, flipping it to the mirrored side and began to admire his reflection – plastic jewelry and all. He had the crown on his head, currently, but still couldn't manage to land on the ring he needed. He turned to Rebekah, his green earrings dangling.
"Rebekah, tell me how beautiful I am."
"Oh Kol," she sighed with a smile. "You make the prettiest girl I've ever seen."
"Wait. Let me ask Siri."
"NO!" they all cried in unison.
Kol blinked in shock, slowly putting the spinner down. "Tell me how you really feel."
Elena flicked the spinner and moved four spaces. She landed on a ring and added a blue ring to her set.
"All you need now is the crown," Elijah cheered.
"I used to be pretty good at this game when I was little too," she beamed.
Klaus, in the meantime, was taking his turn. It just so happened he landed on a crown spot. The table was silent as they waited for him to react.
"I'm drawing a line," he stated.
"If you're going to play, at least play right," Rebekah scolded.
Kol lifted the crown from his head and held it daintily in his hands for Klaus' taking. Heaving an enormous sigh, Klaus ripped the crown from his brother's grasp and put it on his head. He glowered, crossing his arms.
"I despise this game."
"Bet you'd enjoy it if Caroline were here," Kol teased.
"It is her favorite childhood game," Elena informed him.
"Suitably," Klaus responded. "However, that doesn't make me like it any better."
While he wasn't looking, Kol had managed to swipe Klaus' phone from the table. He was looking for the camera function when Klaus noticed him.
"What are you doing?!"
"Maybe this'll get her attention," he taunted as he raised the phone.
"Don't you dare do it, Kol," Klaus threatened.
"Say I'm a pretty princess," he smiled sweetly, pressing the screen.
It made a shutter sound just before Klaus lunged himself at Kol. Kol had just barely escaped the attack and made it behind Elijah and Elena. He quickly fumbled with the touchscreen before dodging another of Klaus' attempts. He had managed to grab Rebekah as a not-so-human shield when the phone sounded off with a text alert. Klaus stopped, eyes wide.
"Give me the phone, and no one gets hurt," Klaus demanded in a low, coarse voice, his hand held out before him.
Kol read the message, grinned and gently placed the phone back in Klaus' care. Klaus pulled back swiftly and pulled up the picture Kol had taken, rolling his eyes, then scanned the words of her response:
CAROLINE said:
What the hell...
9:45PM
Klaus let out a determined hmmph sound and put the phone to his ear. "Now that I know she's with her phone..."
The silence of the room was broken by the sound of an automated voice coming from Klaus' phone. In a moment's time, his face melded with anger and he threw the phone across the room with a mighty force. It fell to the ground in pieces. Kol slowly lifted his own phone to his mouth, a small beep coming out of it.
"Siri, I'm scared."
SIRI: Why?
"Nik is mad."
SIRI: OK. I'll call Caroline.
"Bwahahaha!" Kol doubled over with laughter. "Siri, you are top!"
SIRI: You say that to all the virtual assistants.
"She's a saucy one. I think I'm in love."
Rebekah rolled her eyes. "I think you're mad."
"Jealous."
In a sudden fit of rage, Klaus zoomed around the table and pulled Elena's chair away from Elijah, startling everyone. He turned the chair so that she was facing him, his hands firmly gripping the wood seat beside her thighs.
"Tell me, Elena," he growled.
She frowned, her eyes pleading. "I promised, Klaus."
"Tell me what she's keeping from me or so help me I will drain you dry of every last drop of your doppleganger blood."
"Klaus, you're overreacting," Elijah calmly rose from his seat. "Elena has made a pact with her friend. You need to respect that."
"Don't tell me about respect, Elijah!" He kept his gaze focused on Elena. "Where – is – Caroline?"
"She's at home," she finally told him. "She wanted some time alone because she ended things with Tyler. She thought if you knew, you wouldn't let her take the time to grieve the way she needs to." Her eyes narrowed defiantly. "Happy?"
Klaus stood upright, not at all expecting that answer. His face was an odd contortion of emotions.
"Siri, take a picture of Nik's face."
SIRI: Sorry Master Handsome, I can't take your pictures for you.
"Why?"
SIRI: You see things, and you say 'Why?' But I dream things that never were, and I say 'Why not?'.
"Oh my god, I've died and gone to heaven. I love you, Siri!" Kol beckoned to his iPhone.
SIRI: You hardly know me.
"But...I love you."
SIRI: That's nice. Can we get back to work now?
"Let me love you!"
SIRI: All you need is love. And your iPhone.
Kol paused. "I suppose you're right. Well played, Siri."
SIRI: I aim to please.
"Marry me, Siri?"
SIRI: Let's just be friends, OK?
The room "ooh"ed and "aah"ed in amused laughter. Kol grinned, abashed.
"Rejected by a phone," Rebekah taunted. "How does it feel, Kol?"
Holding his head high, Kol pressed the button to speak. "Siri, open 'Temple Run'."
"And there he goes," Klaus droned, sitting back on the couch.
A huge gasp escaped Kol. "WHO in the BLOODY HELL is ElderOne and HOW did he beat my scores?!"
Elijah cocked his head. "Millions of people play that game. Did you really think you'd hold the title forever?"
"Yes!" Kol snapped. "I work very hard to make sure that title is mine! Now some stupid elder person is trying to steal it? This simply won't do."
As he furiously started the game, Elijah was shaking his head. "Kol, do yourself a favor. Find a new hobby."
But Kol was unresponsive, swaying side to side with his phone as he played. Rebekah shrugged.
"it's official. We've lost him."