The night was going rather smoothly for Anya. So far- no broken bottles or glasses or messed up drink orders. Just a lot of cute guys hitting on her. She smiled and shook her head at a pretty brunette that walked in. After fixing her a glass of some Jack, she gave it to her. It was slow at this moment, so she proceeded to keep herself busy by wiping the counters down and organizing the alcohol. It was starting to die down just a little. A charming voice floated towards her and she turned to be facing a beautiful man. He was truly beautiful, like he belonged on the cover of Vogue. It took her a second to process his request, which she responded with a stiff nod. She could feel the color drain from her cheeks. Could she be any less obvious?

After fixing his bourbon, she brought it to him. The other bartender had already left, so it was only Anya left. Everyone was taken care of and she continued cleaning, then the mystery man spoke to her again. When he asked if she could recommend him somewhere she just shook her head. "Sadly, I can't. I'm new also, just moved here last week. These place is crawling with some locals, maybe you could find something out from one of them?" She asked. An older man came to the bar to order his fifth tequila shot. She went ahead and poured him two, it should hold him over. When he left, she turned back to the man. "I'm Anya... Anya Kingston." She said, holding out her hand, but instantly started to regret that move. Who shook hands anymore? And why was she being such an idiot in front of him? Wanting to quickly change that subject, she poured him another bourbon. "This one is on me." She said, scooting it to him.

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Klaus raised a brow when he saw the infamous Damon Salvatore stroll on. What was he doing here? He was about to approach him but stopped when a mystery girl sat beside him. Trying not to be too obvious, he listened in. She was threatening him? Who was this girl? When she walked off, he stood up and walked over to her table. "Sorry, gents, I believe I'll take this one all on my own." He said, shooing the other suitors away. When they left, he sat down across from her. "Klaus, love. But I'm sure you already knew that... since you're here searching for my family, I assume?" He asked. sipping on his bourbon.

He glanced over at Damon who was, no surprise, flirting with the young bartender. That was so Damon-like of him. Always flirting with a pretty girl, then use her as a snack later. Can he really blame him though? She was a beauty. Klaus turned his attention to the girl in front of him. "What do you want with my family? Because whatever it is, love, I can promise you won't get it." He said with a slight smirk. "I wouldn't try either, you may think you know what you're getting into, but you really don't." He said, setting back with his drink in his hand.