"Well well well, if it isn't the tastiest little thing this side of the Americas,"
"Kol,"
Bonnie turned and smiled sweetly at the offender in question.
"Of course it would be you I ran into in the middle of the sleaziest bar in New Orleans,"
Kol's face contorted in mock offense and he pressed his hands to his chest.
"I'm offended Darling, this happens to be one of my favorite haunts,"
Rolling her eyes Bonnie laughed humorlessly.
"Why does that not surprise me? And seriously; 'The Americas'?! You really are old aren't you?"
"I'm going to ignore that remark in favor of telling you how stunning you look on this fine evening," Kol replied, his eyes darkening as he took a sip of the copper colored liquid in his glass.
"I don't need you to tell me I look good," Bonnie smirked. The liquor flowing through her system giving her an unexpected bout of confidence.
"All the same," he said lowly. "It's more than a pleasure to inform you,"
"I don't suppose I could tempt you to join me for a drink?"
Kol lifted his glass and shook it swirling the remaining contents inside.
"That depends," Bonnie responded before she could stop herself. "Are you paying?"
The wolfish smirk on Kol's lips grew as he reclined back against the bar.
"I'll compel you this entire bar if it means enjoying the pleasure of your company,"
Bonnie chewed on her lower lip thoughtfully and smoothed down the fabric of her dress.
"Don't read into this," she warned. "I may be a little older since you last saw me but I'm still me and you're still... you,"
Kol just kept the same easy going smile plastered on his face, his eyes sparkling with mirth as he watched her.
"This is just. Drinks." Bonnie emphasized.
"Whatever you say, darling,"