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likeaweaponRebekah is bored. Who knew being human would be so boring?
Not that most of her vampire existence had been all that entertaining, what with being daggered for large chunks of it at a time and constantly on the run from her father, but humanity was downright dull. There had been moments where she had contemplated becoming human again, and what it would mean for her, but she never thought of the downsides. Fragile, weak, helpless - mortality was a troubling thing, and she already curses herself for being so willing to give it up all those centuries ago.
It was enough to drive a girl to drink.
Which, for the moment, is exactly what she is doing. After flipping through the channels and deciding there was nothing of value to watch on TV, she makes her way down to the hotel bar, ordering herself a drink. She doesn't have the money for it, and she can't compel the alcohol away for free so someone is going to have to come down and pay for it eventually. Someone being Elijah who is going to indulge his baby sister while she's throwing her little temper tantrum in the face of her own mortality. She's over a thousand years old.
She's allowed to have a bloody drink.
Problem is, a couple of shots in (far less than she's actually used to), she's already feeling the alcohol. She blinks a bit as the strength of it hits her, and suddenly she is extremely pleased with the situation. She may not be able to heal from anything, but she can get so very drunk.
Bottoms up.
Not that most of her vampire existence had been all that entertaining, what with being daggered for large chunks of it at a time and constantly on the run from her father, but humanity was downright dull. There had been moments where she had contemplated becoming human again, and what it would mean for her, but she never thought of the downsides. Fragile, weak, helpless - mortality was a troubling thing, and she already curses herself for being so willing to give it up all those centuries ago.
It was enough to drive a girl to drink.
Which, for the moment, is exactly what she is doing. After flipping through the channels and deciding there was nothing of value to watch on TV, she makes her way down to the hotel bar, ordering herself a drink. She doesn't have the money for it, and she can't compel the alcohol away for free so someone is going to have to come down and pay for it eventually. Someone being Elijah who is going to indulge his baby sister while she's throwing her little temper tantrum in the face of her own mortality. She's over a thousand years old.
She's allowed to have a bloody drink.
Problem is, a couple of shots in (far less than she's actually used to), she's already feeling the alcohol. She blinks a bit as the strength of it hits her, and suddenly she is extremely pleased with the situation. She may not be able to heal from anything, but she can get so very drunk.
Bottoms up.
