Pray For The Wicked : Kol Mikaelson [2]

197: Unintentionally Challenging The Universe

Routine, routine, routine.

Whenever MJ was given a press pass, she took Cami or Marcel, Cami the go-to since Marcel was usually already invited himself, still having his rep as a wealthy philanthropist in the city. Then, once they'd started dating again, MJ would bring Kol.

If MJ wasn't working?
-          She was with Cami at Rousseau's.
-          Weekends with Kol
-          Other things other people had planned.
-          The Crescent Wolf pack.

It was a lot.

But it was doing something.

MJ was trying, easing back into the real world; if all she did was work, she'd go off the deep end.

After the first few weeks, Vincent started to crash 'girl's night', turning it into a friend's night, scaring Kol off from joining them, given how neither liked the other much

Every time, MJ would almost talk Josh into going, but then he'd back out at the last minute.

MJ wasn't going to force him for a few more weeks.

She knew she hated people trying to force her into things when she was in her low moods, even if MJ hadn't had one in a while, thanks to therapy and her medication...Her dad had spent an afternoon helping her update her medical files, getting rid of the widely incorrect sections she'd guessed growing up.

They also went over why MJ's medical records were 'classified.'

Now the family had met Kol, it felt easier to explain her relationship with the Mikaelson's to her dad.

She was still vague in places, especially when it came to Klaus, but she was starting.

"Thank you," MJ greeted Vincent as she found the pair at the bar, "You were totally right about the balance."

Vincent had momentarily checked her vampirism booster for Sam and Hayley.

"Got them five extra hours."

"Glad to been of some assistance," He bowed his head while pouring her a drink from the bottle the three had somewhat claimed over the weeks, "Your mix is impressive."

"I try."

Kol had created helped her write the first version, and she'd then developed it herself, letting him check Vincent's edits.

Cami winked at MJ, "Your ID, miss?"

"Ha, ha!" She mock-glared, sipping the bourbon, "That joke's dead in two and a half months, and I can't wait!"

"To turning twenty-one," Vincent pulled a face, "God, you're young."

She laughed, "Compared to you."

"MJ," Cami raised an eyebrow, "I'm six years older than you."

"My boyfriend is a thousand, so you're good."

"Speaking of, you're boyfriend still happily letting me borrow you tomorrow?"

"Yep."

"Wait," Cami looked to Vincent, "Could you get another plus one?"

"I mean, probably," MJ offered a smile, "There's a new ghost tour through the city; I'm photographing one of the trial groups if you wanna come and be in it."

"Isn't that a little weird," He lifted a pendant around his neck, "Two witches on a fake tour?"

"That's part of the fun," MJ nodded enthusiastically, "I do real magic to mess with the tourists; they leave bigger tips."