Anya laughed and nodded. "That obvious?" She asked, pouring some drinks for the new group of men that came in. "You got it." She said to the guy named Marcel. After getting them their drinks, she walked back over to Damon. She shrugged her shoulders at his warning. "It's okay, I'm a big girl, I can handle a few big guys." She said with a flirty smile on her face. She watched as he wrote down his number on a napkin. "You can count on it." She said, watching as he left. When he was out the door, she turned back to her bartending duties.

"Another scotch, love." Klaus Mikaelson said to the bartender. "Coming up." She said, fixing his drink. "You should really watch out for that one." He said, pointing a forefinger to the door where Damon just walked out of. "I'm sorry?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. "He's a dangerous one." Klaus said, taking a sip of scotch. "Thank you, but I can handle myself." She said, leaving him sitting there alone. "That's what they all say..." He mumbled in his glass.

When her shift was over, Anya grabbed her purse and headed to her car. Getting in, she went to start it, but nothing. She tried for five minutes, but still nothing. She didn't really want to go back in. Sighing, she leaned back in her seat, feeling in her pockets for her phone. When she brought it out, the napkin with Damon's number in it fell out. Picking it up, she bit her lower lip then dialed it, waiting for him to answer,

~

After the conversation with the bartender, he turned his attention back over to the young woman who was joining Marcel and his dandy group at a table near the wall. Smiling to himself, he stood up, drink in hand, and strolled over to them. "Marcel." He said, acknowledging his old friend. "Klaus, my friend, have you met Cassie? Wonderful woman." He said, looking to Cassie. "So I heard." Klaus said, raising a brow. "Mind if I join?" Klaus asked. Marcel nodded, so Klaus sat down. "So, [i]Cassie[/i]..." Klaus said, drawing her name out, "what brings you to New Orleans? Surely it can't just be for the raging parties." He asked, sipping on his beverage.

"Now, now, Klaus why the third degree?" Marcel asked, chuckling. "Sorry for my friend here, he can be a little.. blunt." Marcel said, giving Klaus a 'shut-up' look. Rolling his eyes, Klaus examined Cassie. So, she wasn't here for his family? Was it Marcel she wanted? Well, if so, she wasn't the first.