AN: So here's chapter two. More drinking fun, some reminiscing and an unexpected turn of events. I'm starting to think of ways on how to incorporate more characters from both canons into this story. I'm having way too much fun with figuring out what element some of the vampires would have.

Warning: Some minor violence.

Chapter 2. Light Me Up.

Adrian spared a glance at Kol as he moved around some drunk dancers, trying not to spill the drinks he had just bought for them.

They hadn't really been friends in college. Hell, Adrian wasn't even sure if he actually had liked Kol back then. There was something about the way he smirked at you, as if you were simply there to entertain him. He also seemed to make a sport out of finding the most innocent thing to say, that would hurt someone the most.

In short, he was a snarky spoiled asshole. So, maybe it was weird that they hadn't been friends.

Kol placed the drinks down in front of him and slid into the booth beside him. The strong smell of the liquor hit him hard and though his stomach lurched he couldn't help but laugh.

"Sambuca, Mikaelson, really?" The memory of the last time they took those shots still haunted him.

"Problem?" Kol smirked back.

Adrian shook his head, not even dignifying that with and answer and he leaned back in the booth. "Haven't you forgotten something though?" he remarked, waving at the drinks.

Kols eyes flared up at that and he raised his eyebrows suggestively. Adrian knew what he was going to do only a split second before he did it. With a wave of his hand the liquor in the glasses lit up.

Adrian gasped audibly. He was drunk and just a reckless person in general, but even he wasn't stupid enough to use Moroi magic in public.

"Dammit Kol, are you insane?" Adrian hissed at him, glancing around franticly to see if anyone had noticed. But the haze in his head made it impossible to tell.

Kol didn't seem to care at all, he sat back nonchalantly, raising his glass.

"Relax, Ivashkov." He drawled in that stupid accent of his, clearly amused by his reaction.

"I'm not going to relax, you dick". Adrian spat back. "I've got enough problems without have to deal with you exposing us in public."

"That reminds me, how is your family doing?"

And there it was, the card Kol had been dying to play. It was like a slap in the face and Adrian lurched to his feet, wanting very much to return the favor and punch that smirk of Kols face.

But before he could so much as yell at him the redhead from before appeared by their table. She looked about as murderous as Adrian felt. A guy about the size of a small mountain stood beside her.

The last thing he heard was: "That's the guy." And then he was suddenly sprawled on the floor with a feeling like head has just been split open.

It was one of those moment when he really regretted not brining a Guardian along.

The big guy seemed to want to lunge for him again and Adrian already curled up as defensively as he could, but suddenly Kol was there blocking him off. This guy looked like he could eat Kol for lunch and still have room for dessert, but Adrian remembered seeing Kol fight once. Something about sleeping with someones sister, or mother maybe. The memory whizzed through his head and disappeared into the fog his drunkenness and the recent head trauma seemed to had created.

The guy tried to shove Kol out of the way, but he was faster then that. He weaved around the guy and sprang forward, hitting the guy right on the side of his face. One upper cut later and the guy went down with a force that would probably have started an earthquake somewhere. Only a Guardian could have fought better.

The girl shrieked and Kol only had to turn to her before she ran off. The music was still going on, but people close by had stopped dancing and were now staring at them.

Adrian was in a lot of pain, was definitely too drunk for this and just way too tired, but all he could do at that moment was laugh. It sounded slightly hysterical even in his own ears.

Kol knelt down next to him, paying no mind to the crowd that was forming around them and for a moment he looked dead serious as he carefully examined were the guy had hit him. It was only for a moment and then his normal careless expression returned.

"And here I thought I was about to get punched." He quipped lightly as he tried to get Adrian back to his feet. Adrian tried to help in that department, but it seemed like his legs and the rest of his body were no longer on speaking terms.

Adrian had to lean heavily on Kol, one arm slung tightly around his shoulder.

"You still are." He managed to slur. His head felt like it was going to split open any second now and every step they took send a jolt of pain right up through his spine, making him wince.

"I'll doubt you'll even remember that in the morning." Kol replied as he dragged him through the exit, out into the cool dark night. The fresh air hit him like a ton of bricks and Adrian staggered on his feet, till Kol wrapped his free arm around his waist, holding him tighter.

"I'll make a note of it." Adrian murmured and for a moment all he could think about was how close he was to Kol. Looking at him he could see every detail of his face, from his long dark lashes to the corner of that mouth that irritated him so much. Girls used to go crazy over him in college, though that probably had more to do with his money and the power of his family, but his good looks did help.

Did he just think that Kol was good looking. He was a dick.

"Where are you staying, Ivashkov?" Kol asked, seemingly paying no attention to his stares.

Adrian had to really think about that, the name of his hotel seemed to have escaped him.

"Hotel." He slurred. "Key's in left pocket."

Kol sighed loudly, then freed one hand to dig into his jean pocket. A sensation that definitely made Adrian shudder.

"Shouldn't you buy me dinner first." He joked to break the tension.

Kol snorted at that and finally fished the key out.

"I don't know, Ivashkov, I always pegged you for the easy type."

Adrian frowned at that. "Are you calling me loose?"

"Yes. Yes I am." Kol checked the card. "Ooh, nice hotel. And thankfully not that far away. Can you promise me that you won't throw up on me if I take you there?"

Adrian simply shrugged at that.

"I can make no guarantees."