He spots the ink adorning my arm and walks closer before reaching for my arm and examining the tribal inspired wolf tattoo that now covers my shoulder. 'So that's what you were doing today. It's beautiful Love, you designed it?' I nod in response and he releases my arm. 'Don't you have to be eighteen to legally get a tattoo here?' He questioned.

'I am eighteen.' I inform him before heading to the bar and leaning over it to grab a bottle of bourbon. Nik looked adorably confused at what I had just said and I sighed. 'My birthday was last month. I am legally an adult now, and as such I was able to go and get my tattoos today.' I explain.

He frowned. 'Why didn't you mention that it was your birthday? And tattoos, plural?' He asked, joining me at the bar and grabbing two glasses.

I unscrewed the bottle as I replied. 'I wasn't really bothered about my birthday, sure I've survived another year and considering I spent the majority of it in Mystic Falls I guess that's an achievement but I didn't really have anything to celebrate. And yes, plural, I got two tattoos today.' I tell him as I pour us both a glass and set the bottle back down.

'That's rather bleak don't you think.' He points out, lifting his glass and taking a sip before continuing. 'What's the other tattoo?' His eyes scan my body as if to check that he hadn't missed it.

'You won't see it.' I tell him with a small smirk, he looks at me with eyes that were slightly wide at the implication that the tattoo was in an intimate place. 'Get your head out of the gutter Nik. And as to the bleakness, I don't exactly have much to be glad about or to look forward to. I live in a world where my survival past the next day isn't guaranteed, where my friends need to drink blood to survive and where I was forced to fight for my survival against my own family at sixteen years old. While my outlook on life may change, depending on what happens next, for the moment it is and will remain bleak. I live in the present Nik, it's the only way for me to survive.' I explain before I turn to my glass and down the contents in one, placing it back down on the counter.

'Well I shall endeavour to change your view of the world, Little Wolf.' Nik promises with a smile and honest eyes. I hop off the stool and snatch the bottle from the countertop.

'In the meantime, play a game of pool with me?' I plead with my best puppy dog eyes. He rolls his own in response before sliding out of his seat and following me as I walk to the pool table that doesn't have a dead body on it, taking a swig straight from the bottle while I went. I set up the table and Nik handed me a cue, indicating that I should break. I sent him a cocky grin, turning to the table and leaning over, positioning my cue perfectly before making the shot, breaking it in such a way that I pocketed three of the striped balls. I turned to him. 'You really shouldn't have let me break.' I told him with a smirk, and he looked awed. I laughed, returning my focus to the game and sinking two more stripes before I missed a shot, allowing Nik to take his chance.

'I should have known that you'd be good at this.' He comments. I stand watching him as I drink from the bottle, the way he's laser focused on what he's doing, how his shirt rides up just a little as he leans over the table to make a shot, the quirk of his lips when he successfully pockets a ball. I shook my head to clear the thoughts I was having as he quickly caught up to where I was and then missed a shot. I smiled and took up his position, lining up my shot when I felt his eyes on me so I turned my head to the side, locking eyes with him as I moved the cue forward. I didn't need to look to know that it had went exactly where I wanted so I grinned at him before standing back up. 'You really shouldn't look at me like that.' He tells me, voice husky and I take a drink from the bottle, which was becoming empty quite rapidly and I was beginning to feel it's effects.

'And why is that?' I ask him as I put the bottle down and ready my next shot. The next thing I know, he's right there, body pressed right up against me, his hand over mine, helping me to line the shot up as he whispered in my ear.

'Because you might not like what it makes me think about doing.' His voice is husky and it makes my pulse race and my throat go dry as he moved our hands, taking the shot. I watched as the eight ball hit the pocket and I let out a shaky breath, feeling dizzy all of a sudden from the combination of the alcohol and Nik's scent that was invading my every sense. We heard someone clear their throat and looked up to see Stefan standing with a raised brow and an amused expression on his face.

We moved apart and I jumped up onto the pool table, lying across it with a lazy smile as the boys talked. I didn't bother to listen in to their conversation, too buzzed to care. I just lay there, bobbing my head and drumming my fingers to the beat of the song playing through the speakers until Nik came over to me.

'Time to go Little Wolf.' He said from my left and I just rolled my head in his direction with a dopey smile, he's cute. He seemed to realise that I wasn't going to be moving so he lifted me from the table bridal style and carried me instead. I laughed at the motion and raised a hand to bop him on the nose.

'Hmm I like you, you're cute.' I tell him seriously before breaking out into giggles. And if it wasn't already obvious I was now officially drunk.