"Please tell me you're not drunk again, Beks," Kol sighed into his phone after seeing his sister's name appear on its screen at 3.26 am.

"Oh, I'm afraid she's more than just drunk," an unknown voice answered. "Actually, I don't think she's even at this party anymore."

"Who are you? And why are you calling from Rebekah's phone?"

"Oh, right, sorry." A giggle, followed by hiccups. "It's Davina. Davina Claire. I think we met, like, two years ago, at Klaus's New Year's party or something." Hiccup.

"Sorry. – Bekah and I switched phones earlier because she wanted help with, um, literally writing this guy off so she could – oh my, I'm not supposed to be telling anyone this – anyways, we forgot to switch them back and now I can't find her anywhere and she's not picking up, so I figure she might finally have hooked up with Marcel and, well, I'm way too drunk to remember Josh's number right now and I'm guessing he's at Aiden's anyways–„

"Woah, love, take a breath!" Kol chuckled. "Just tell me why you decided on calling me, and not, say, the dear brother Klaus you mentioned."

The line was silent for a moment and Kol almost thought this Davina girl had somehow realised how awkward this call was and had decided on ending it when she started talking again. "Well, I might have told my friend Camille not to go out with him because he was a manipulative prat and he just might have got wind of that?"

"Oh! You're the witch-bitch!"

„What?"

"No matter." He was certain she could hear his smirk. "I bet you're calling because Beks said I was easy to manipulate instead of manipulating myself, then."

"No, actually she said you were worse than Klaus in that regard, but you're saved as 'The Nicest of Them All', so how was I supposed to know I'd end up calling you, really."

"Aren't you just a ray of sunshine, darling? Now, where do you want me to pick you up, Davina Claire?"

"Don't call me – what? Um, I'll ... I'll text you the address."

"I'm looking forward to meeting you again, darling."

"Why don't you shut up and get going, I don't know any of the people here."

"You don't know me either, love."

"Yes, but your voice is really – oh, just hurry, please."

"Laters, darling."