Cassie came over with the tray of drinks for the group, resisting the urge to spike them all with vervain. Of course, having been in town a few weeks and having met Marcel gave her an advantage. Especially with him thinking she was merely 200, when in fact she was 956. Her charm always helped her out, and so did a hunting background. For now though, that would remain her secret. As would her informant who told her of the witches' problems in the area.

She took her seat beside Marcel, and chuckled at the conversation between he and Klaus. "It's quite alright. He's just thorough with his company. Can never trust too quickly, in most cases anyway." She assured Marcel before her eyes shifted to Klaus.

"The parties are a perk, I must say. Not quite what I like, I actually think Chicago in the 20s was better, but Marcel has created a unique atmosphere." She complimented. "I am here as a favor to an old friend really. Asked me to do a few things, and last thing led me here, and it sort of stuck."

She finished her vervain laced drink, and she brushed some hair behind her ear. "But, if you will excuse me, just a moment. I think I found my dinner." She said, her eyes meeting a pretty red head who seated herself at the bar. "Be back in a bit." She winked.

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It took him a little while after getting in his car to finally leave the bar behind. The events were just odd. The Originals, and a mysterious girl warning him that they aren't the only worry. Then again, the bartender took his mond off of it, so it wasn't all bad. After leaving it behind, he headed to a new bar where he found himself a nice little blonde to feed from. 

Once he finished with her and began driving again, he found himself driving back towards the first bar, and just as he approached his phone rang, and he saw the bartender in her car on her phone. He answered, and waved to her, hanging up after hearing her voice.

"Looks like getting turned around worked out well for us both." He chuckled. "What's wrong?"