Davina slinked out of a stranger's bedroom that morning with a mixed feelings. She felt pretty ballsy for having slept with a guy she had met just last night. The high of good sex and the confidence it gave her was lessened when she realized exactly what she had just done.

It wasn't like her one night walk on the wild side would affect her future decisions. She was still, at the end of the day, the designated driver you could count on to keep everyone in check. That's why last night when her best friend convinced her to go to the bar with him and his boyfriend she had to promise them she'd try to have fun.

She gave the man one last look as she exited his apartment. She couldn't help but notice the apartment itself as she snuck a peek at the bar boy, who she vaguely remembered introducing himself as Kol. Though that could've been wrong, it was just something starting with a "K" or a "C". His first name wasn't her biggest question though as she took in his nice property. She had googled on her phone and found out she was in a prime location of New Orleans, and in the daylight she found it was a nice place to boot.

Davina, even with a small impairment of alcohol, had very good judgment when it came to one night stands.

Well her first pick was good at least, she wasn't sure a second would be in her cards anytime soon.

Her lack of experience made her departure a bit uncomfortable. She felt like she should wait until he woke up and give him a quick wave goodbye. She tried to abandon her views of pleasantries as she closed the door slowly behind her, making sure it didn't make too loud of a clang as it shut.

She kept her eyes straight to the stairwell and exit of the apartment, nervously smoothing out the jeans she had worn the previous. She didn't think she looked guilty of anything, she's ran her fingers through her hair. She tried to remind herself that even if she did make it look obvious she was doing a so called "walk of shame" that there was no actual shame in it.

As a single confident woman she was allowed to sleep whenever and with whomever she so pleased. Even if it was for just night.

And even if in the pit of her stomach she felt like she was fleeing a crime scene.

A ring from her phone greeted her as she made it onto the street, and she looked down to see the oncoming call wasn't from Josh but from Marcel. Friend wasn't the right word to fit shim. After her parents departure from her life he had taken Davina in, and though he wasn't that much older he took her under his wing. Thanks to him she still had some form of a parent in her life, even if he declared he more the big brother than the protective dad.

"What's up, little D?" He greeted, and for a second she was sure Josh had told him that she had disappeared at the bar the night before. Josh and Marcel shared a common interest in keeping Davina's best interests at heart (though their opinions of what was best differed). In addition they worked together, which meant small talk at work often found a topic of interest in Davina Claire.

Looking back she did remember giving him a heads up that she was leaving though, which garnered an incredibly surprised yet supportive reaction. He had commented that the boy she was leaving with was very cute. His boyfriend Aiden have him a playful push for that, and then she was off.

"Nothing much, just taking a walk," she replied, omitting details that didn't need to be rehashed. It was technically true, just not the type of walk home an adoptive family member would love to hear about. The route did take her by her favorite coffee shop though, so maybe she could make it into a breakfast trip if she could handle the day old clothing and makeup.

After seeing her reflection in a puddle she decided a shower would be the best option. No need for loitering around The Quarter on her way back to her own apartment.

"Well I just called to see if you were available tonight?" He asked. "I'm throwing a small private party to celebrate the opening of the new club and it wouldn't be complete without you there."

"I'll have to check my busy schedule," she teased, "but I think I can make it." Her cash income was mixing herbs and making home remedies for a local shop. It was a nice job in that she could set up her own times. Tourists always bought stuff from them because they thought they were buying bonafide products of local witches. As long as Davina kept the supply up, the demand remained.

A celebration of his newest club opening up meant that a benefactor would be most definitely making an appearance. That was one of the factors that made Davina second guess saying yes.

There were three Mikaelsons in New Orleans, and Davina wasn't really a fan of any of them. Klaus, one of the brothers, was always bossing people, including Marcel, around. His family came from old money and they used that money to sponsor the odd project here and there around the city. It made Klaus, as well as his siblings Elijah and Rebekah, figureheads in the city. Rebekah wasn't that bad, just a bit icy, but Davina tried to avoid being around them, they send off bad vibes.

There were apparently more of them scattered across the globe, but three was more than enough for her to handle.

"Even if you don't come you're already on the list-" he took a pause, "-you should come though, I haven't seen enough of you lately."

Her response wasn't quick, because she wasn't about to be quick about deciding if it was worth it to go out two nights in a row."I'll be there," she ultimately promised, because it was true that she hadn't seen enough of him.

She had finally moved away his building a few months before, but his business ventures kept him too busy to actually have time to spend with her.

"I'll see you at 10." With that her call was bluntly disconnected as he went off to finish up final arrangements for his second club. The Abattoir, his first club, had been a hit, and three years later he was opening up a second. According to him it was a more refined Abattoir, but Davina had a hard time seeing him run a classy club.

Those were the type of places Josh hated with a passion. Davina hadn't been before, but she admitted it sounded like a very nice idea.

The question of the club's level of class was called into question when Davina was getting dressed for the night ahead. She had called Josh, who had helped get the club off the ground, to see what the dress code was. With his lacking advice she settled on a simple little black dress.

She wasn't planning on wowing anyone at the party, and she was perfectly happy blending into the background as long as she could spend some time with her friends.

When she got the club became apparent the small private party was a bit larger than intended. It was basically a pre opening. The building was packed with people she barely knew.

"I'm gonna go grab a drink," she told Marcel who was busy talking to a investor. He gave her a nod and she went off and went to get a water. She wasn't much of a drinker in general, so nights like these she usually went through sober.

"Just a water please," she ordered, leaning into the bar so she didn't have to shout.

"Well isn't the world a small place," a voice said to her left, and though she recognized it she couldn't place it. She looked over to see who it was, and realizing that he was most definitely speaking to her.

"Maybe it's just eastern New Orleans that's small," she countered, looking at the boy she had had met into the night before. She had fully expected for that to be the last of him, no one told Davina what to do when you stumbled upon a one night stand the very next day.

"Or maybe it's fate," he joked, shooting her a grin and then ordering a drink for himself.

"Well I don't know if it'd go that far." She took him in and the situation felt very familiar. Only it was a club instead of a small bar, and they were near strangers with a small history.

"It's Davina right?" he asked for confirmation, "Davina Claire?" He moved closer to her, and she sipped on the water the bartender had slid over. She fought the urge to tip it back as if it was alcohol. Attempting to act calm and actually suppressing nerves are two very different things.

So she gave him a nod paired with a smile. Josh once said her smile was enough to distract someone for at least a whole minute, and she hoped that held a bit of truth. "And it's Kol?" She asked, hoping she didn't mess up on that much. His sharp smirk seemed assurance enough. "Didn't catch the last one," she admitted, taking on an apologetic tone.

"It's-"

"Kol Mikaelson-" a third voice chimed in, one that Davina was able to place in a moment,"-I introduce you to a perfectly nice girl and then you just run off." Rebekah Mikaelson had appeared beside them, and it didn't take long for her to connect the dots.

"Oh, Davina, you look lovely tonight," she said, obviously surprised to see her talking to who she assumed to be one of other brothers. She gave her an appreciative smile, but didn't say anything. She was too busy thinking through the connection.

"You know each other?" Kol asked, motioning his drink in between the blonde and the brunette.

"You know each other?" Rebekah repeated, almost in a mocking way, but there was a tinge of genuine interest.

"Well I wouldn't say we know each other well," Davina interjected, her sips more nervous by the second. The Mikaelson sister was intimidating, but her real problem was that once she heard something Marcel would. At least it would when it concerned Davina.

"We met last night," Kol explained, though that did raise Rebekah's interest. "And one could argue that in some ways we know each other quite-"

"Is Marcel looking for me?" Davina quickly asked, not wanting the Mikaelson brother to say any more.

"Actually he was," Rebekah said, looking over her shoulder to look for him. "I told him I'd keep an eye out while I looked for Kol but it seems I've killed two birds with one stone."

"I'll go over there then," she replied, moving away from two. They fell into step behind her though.

"So how did you two meet? Kol's only in town for a few days," Rebekah pointed out, and Davina found herself in the middle of the two as they made their way over to Marcel. Rebekah was being chatty, Kol was quieter, surveying the scene around them; looking down to Davina for a few seconds longer than was probably necessary. "Funny he'd run into you," she noted.

"I was at a bar with Josh, and he was there," she explained in response. It felt weird discussing their meeting as such an event. It could be described as passing at most, Davina hardly remembered Kol's name the morning after. He flirted with her, she flirted back, and things lead to another.

But there wasn't much conversation.

"Look who I found chatting it up at the bar," Rebekah declared. Marcel looked up expecting to find Kol Mikaelson, his least favorite of the family, but instead was surprised to find Davina standing there as well.

He tried to shoot a smile but it was weak at most.

"Chatting… together," he repeated, and Rebekah gave him a nod as well as a upward twitch of her grow. As if it suggest there was more.

Not presently, Davina thought. Past tense. The recent past, but still old news.

"Well that's fun," he continued, teeth gritted. He looked over to Kol, and though his expression didn't change The young Mikaelson noted the way the old family friend was looking at him. He looked a little like an angry dad who just found out his daughter had been caught out with the town's resident bad boy. For a moment he was about to question Davina's she, but when he looked over at her she didn't seem to crumple in front of him.

"The club looks great," she complimented, and she wasn't lying when she said it. It was definitely was a step up from the Abattoir, though it was pretty compact. She was sure Josh would say it just made it feel more exclusive.

"Thanks, D." His smile grew to be a little more genuine. The two starting chatting and Kol watched them. He didn't get the jealous bone off of Marcel, just incredibly pissed off.

Kol did tend to inspire the worst out of people. Namely Marcel, who always seemed to despise him after a practical prank he pulled years ago.

"Don't even try with Davina," his sister muttered after drifting closer to him. "She's a smart girl," she pointed out, "and she will see through you." He moved his attention away from the girl in question. "Besides, she's been through a lot and I'm sure she would only be looking for something serious," she added offhandedly.

He couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle in response to that. Her early departure that morning begged to differ. He wasn't about to tell Rebekah that though, he suspected she would only judge and maybe slap him.

"You think so low of me, sister," he accused, but she didn't protest. Just shrugged and took a long sip of her wine. "I was simply being nice to her," he went on to say, "I didn't expect to see her again and thought it would be the nice thing to do."

Rebekah looked deep in concentration at Davina, and she furrowed her brows as the clogs churned in her mind.

"She is completely your type," she observed, tilting her head a little. She didn't say it in a very encouraging manner, it was more like finding out about a death sentence. "Kol, I really don't need you to mess with-"

"And what's my type, dearest Rebekah," he asked, and it was a statement dripping with sarcasm. He always got annoyed when his sister tried to say she knew him better than he realized, because that's just the first step towards a lecture.

"Well you like brunettes," she started, trying to keep her voice hushed even though it was doubtful Davina could hear them over the lots music. "I've noticed in a trend with petite girls," was shortly added, although she have to admit that height differences were definitely cute. "And she's pretty, so there's that."

"You make me sound so shallow."

"Well I wouldn't cut Davina that short, she could hold her own against you. I guess that fits in a with a trend you have," she ventured. "You like confident women."

"So you're saying I like pretty little things with sharp tongues," he summarized. He opened his mouth to argue but he had to admit it was pretty accurate.

"Exactly," she said simply, giving Davina a long look. "But I won't let you mess with this one, partially because Marcel's hostility would turn into something more murderous." She smiled to herself and turned to face Kol. "You're not going to be getting any closer to Davina Claire, brother."

He let the conversation skip a beat before he replied. "Well I already slept with her," he informed, giving her an overzealous smile before making his way back out into the crowd.

Rebekah had failed her personal mission before it even began.

Though she had gotten the news she decided not to bring it up in into conversation. Especially when after Kol disappeared again she started talking to Marcel and Davina. She was sure her would cheeks would burn a bright red, and that he would hire a hitman.

Rebekah liked having secrets anyway, it made for good blackmail. If she ever got cross with him she could let the information slip to papa bear and he could get punished without much effort on her part. She didn't think that would happen anytime in the near future though. Davins obviously was uncomfortable with seeing Kol again and there was a girl code there. At the end of the day she was a strong believer in girls sticking together, even if one of the girls didn't know who was sticking up for her.

"I think I'm gonna call it a night," Davina announced abruptly. It had hardly been an hour since she arrived.

"You just got here?" Marcel argued, but Davina shrugged.

"I didn't sleep well last night so I think I'm going to turn in early," she reasoned. Rebekah saw the irony in her statement but made no comment.

"Night," the blonde chorused along with the surrounding people. They were all the people in Marcel's corner so to speak, so they all knew her at least in name.

Davina made it about halfway through when the room when she noticed Kol was still hanging around, but he just moved to another corner of the room. He was sitting on an uncomfortable looking couch and scrolling through his phone.

She thought she might as well smash goodbye the second time around.

"Goodnight," she said, getting ready to turn back towards the door when he jerked his head up from his phone.

"Oh, leaving soon soon?"

"It's not really my thing," she motioned around her, "the whole club thing. Or the whole partying thing, depending on how you look at it."

"Well both times I've seen you you've been at a setting that you seem to deny," he pointed out.

"You caught me on two rare occasions," and from what he'd seen both nights he had figured as much. At the bar Davina was mopey as she watched her friend talk to his boyfriend. At the club she was drinking a water and standing around waiting for a reason to leave.

"So a Saturday night in is more your speed?" He inquired.

"Much more."

"Then how about we go back to my place?" He asked, and Davina froze in place.

"That other thing I did was kind of a rare occurrence too," she admitted, and Kol decided to spin his proposition another way.

"We can just talk, hang out," he offered, "just so the night doesn't have to be over so soon." Davina debated why she was even debating saying yes. "Clubbing aren't really my style either, though I will admit I like a good bar."

"Just talk," She repeated incredulously.

"I'm a man of my word," he promised.

Davina wasn't sure if she actually believed that, but she took him up on the offer anyway.

They did just that, they talked. Kol actually shed his plans of trying to extend their one night into two after a few minutes of actual conversation with her. They sat in his apartment living room for two and a half when Davina shifted closer to him.

It was reaching two a.m. when she leaned and kissed him, and they ended up making their one night stand into a two.

After the third time they didn't bother referring to it like two strangers would.