Cora looks up at Tyler as he makes his way around the end of the couch she is currently stretched out on, trying to determine if she actually wanted to accept his invitation to go to whatever fancy Founders event happened to be happening this week. It seems like there are far more of them than should be logically possible, but they were important to his mom, so she can understand why they’re important to Tyler too.
That doesn’t mean, however, that she wants to subject herself to going to one. Not without good reason.
“Some minute milestone that we really don’t actually need to celebrate, but we do it anyway.” He shrugs as he nudges her feet off the edge of the couch so he can sit in their place. “It’s basically just an excuse to drink.”
Cora tips her head to the side as she starts to sit up more, almost as though there was something about that statement that didn’t compute. “Do people actually need an excuse to drink around here?”
“Harsh,” Tyler tosses back at her, with a mock-offended look, before he drops it with a bit of a laugh. “But fair.”
“I don’t know,” Cora sighs, shaking her head. “I already spend enough time watching your friends drink as it is.”
“I know. But the rest of them are busy dealing with their own problems.” She starts to point out that this is a pattern with Tyler’s friends and can you really call them friends if that’s the case, but Tyler holds up a hand to indicate that she should let him finish. “And this meant a lot to my mom. If I didn’t make sure it went off without a hitch, she’d come back from beyond the grave to haunt me for the rest of my supernatural life.”
Not that Cora remembers Talia being that obsessive over anything, but she could understand the idea of wanting to protect something that was important to your mother, who you miss. She exhales slowly as she thinks it over, before glancing back over to him. “If your friends are all too busy to help you with this, does that mean the Salvatores won’t be there?”
And by “Salvatores” she means “Damon.”
“Highly likely,” Tyler says with a nod. “Unless they decide to use the party for a cover for whatever the Vampire Problem of the Week is, in which case … someone’s probably going to get murdered over the course of the evening.”
Because that’s how things roll in Mystic Falls. Cora makes a face at that, because she would prefer they manage to get through a party with no murder at all, but there’s not much she can do about that. As much as she would love to claw Damon’s eyes out, that is something that would be frowned upon by Tyler’s other friends. She doesn’t actually care, but Tyler still has to deal with them, so Cora tries not to make waves.
“Then let’s hope that they don’t,” she sighs as she swings her legs over the side of the couch more. Then she pauses and makes a face. “Do I have to wear a dress?”
“It is black tie.”
Cora groans again, before nodding and getting to her feet. “Guess I have to go shopping.”
“I can pay for it.”
She shakes her head as she grabs her jacket. “I got it. But you so owe me for this.”
“Agreed,” Tyler says with a grin, before getting up to follow her. “Don’t worry. It’ll be fun.”
“See, when you say that, it never quite actually feels like fun.”
“Alright. But can we at least agree to consider the night a win if we don’t wind up covered in blood?”
Cora considers quietly for a moment, before nodding as they finally reach the door. “Deal.”
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Cora looks up at Tyler as he makes his way around the end of the couch she is currently stretched out on, trying to determine if she actually wanted to accept his invitation to go to whatever fancy Founders event happened to be happening this week. It seems like there are far more of them than should be logically possible, but they were important to his mom, so she can understand why they’re important to Tyler too.
That doesn’t mean, however, that she wants to subject herself to going to one. Not without good reason.
“Some minute milestone that we really don’t actually need to celebrate, but we do it anyway.” He shrugs as he nudges her feet off the edge of the couch so he can sit in their place. “It’s basically just an excuse to drink.”
Cora tips her head to the side as she starts to sit up more, almost as though there was something about that statement that didn’t compute. “Do people actually need an excuse to drink around here?”
“Harsh,” Tyler tosses back at her, with a mock-offended look, before he drops it with a bit of a laugh. “But fair.”
“I don’t know,” Cora sighs, shaking her head. “I already spend enough time watching your friends drink as it is.”
“I know. But the rest of them are busy dealing with their own problems.” She starts to point out that this is a pattern with Tyler’s friends and can you really call them friends if that’s the case, but Tyler holds up a hand to indicate that she should let him finish. “And this meant a lot to my mom. If I didn’t make sure it went off without a hitch, she’d come back from beyond the grave to haunt me for the rest of my supernatural life.”
Not that Cora remembers Talia being that obsessive over anything, but she could understand the idea of wanting to protect something that was important to your mother, who you miss. She exhales slowly as she thinks it over, before glancing back over to him. “If your friends are all too busy to help you with this, does that mean the Salvatores won’t be there?”
And by “Salvatores” she means “Damon.”
“Highly likely,” Tyler says with a nod. “Unless they decide to use the party for a cover for whatever the Vampire Problem of the Week is, in which case … someone’s probably going to get murdered over the course of the evening.”
Because that’s how things roll in Mystic Falls. Cora makes a face at that, because she would prefer they manage to get through a party with no murder at all, but there’s not much she can do about that. As much as she would love to claw Damon’s eyes out, that is something that would be frowned upon by Tyler’s other friends. She doesn’t actually care, but Tyler still has to deal with them, so Cora tries not to make waves.
“Then let’s hope that they don’t,” she sighs as she swings her legs over the side of the couch more. Then she pauses and makes a face. “Do I have to wear a dress?”
“It is black tie.”
Cora groans again, before nodding and getting to her feet. “Guess I have to go shopping.”
“I can pay for it.”
She shakes her head as she grabs her jacket. “I got it. But you so owe me for this.”
“Agreed,” Tyler says with a grin, before getting up to follow her. “Don’t worry. It’ll be fun.”
“See, when you say that, it never quite actually feels like fun.”
“Alright. But can we at least agree to consider the night a win if we don’t wind up covered in blood?”
Cora considers quietly for a moment, before nodding as they finally reach the door. “Deal.”