Age is but a Number Justin|Irene

I walked into the Grill, ordering a drink from the Bartender I compelled when I reached the counter. I never liked Compelling, but it gets me a drink, since I can't have one like a normal Human adult can. Rebekah wanted me to stay in the Mansion, but Kol convinced her that I should have fun, rather be cooped up in the house all day long. I took a drink from my glass, eying beautiful teenage women at another table. They were giggling back as they watched me taking a sip of my Vodka.

Irene walked into the Grill for what must have been the third time in a row. She hated it that she was doing the same thing every night, but she couldn't figure out anything better to do, so she stuck with the drinking and picking up boys plan. Sure, a lot of bad things had happened to her on the Grill, but she was still alive, wasn't she? That was what mattered to her.

When a man came in, she watched him from her seat at the bar, pretty sure that she hadn't seen him before. And then, he did something she was rather sure was compulsion, and her interest sparked. Before she knew it, she was sitting beside him. "Vodka... That's better than what most people around here order." She smiled ever so slightly at him.

I smiled the girl that sat next to me and I said, "Hello young Vampire. How are you on this fine night?" I asked politely. I took a drink of my Vodka and said, "Yes. To be honest, I think it has a better taste than Whiskey," I smirked at the woman. "Excuse my affrontory, but we have never met. Please excuse my rudeness. I'm Justin Marxon. I'm Rebekah Mikaelson's son." I said smiling at the beautiful Vampire.

Irene shook her head with a smirk of her own. She quite liked Vodka, but her favorite drink was, and she believed it would always be, since it had been the same for a long, long time, Whiskey. "Oh, no. Whiskey wins, I'm sure of it. Vodka is good, alright, but Whiskey... It's no competition." She lifted her drink from the table just slightly to show him what she was drinking. It was, of course, Whiskey.

"Rebekah's son? I didn't know she had any in the area." And that was not good, she added mentally. "I'm Irene Rossi."

I laughed and said, "Okay, Whiskey wins for now," I smiled at Irene and said, "Yes. Rebekah is so kind, and I'm completely greatful that she's my mom. She's the only one who cares deeply for me, and I know she has a temper, but when I'm around her, she calms down." I said, explaining that my mom is quite loving, and not really cruel. "It is nice to be in your presence, Irene Rossi" I said, smiling at Irene. "Is this place always so quiet?" I asked, noticing the silence.

"For now?" Irene shook her head, chuckling. "Always, Justin, always. It always wins. And that's how it will be forever and ever." She smirked and took a sip on her drink.

"I'll take your word for it, but honestly, I don't think she can calm down." Rebekah, calm? Farmers should be having quite a bad time, because their pigs had just grown wings and flown away. The newspaper the next day? "Pigs fly over the whole state of Virginia. Reports coming from all over the world state that several other countries have experienced the same phenomenon." She chuckled mentally.

"No, it's actually the most popular spot in this town. I think it's only one that serves minors." Irene smirked.