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If you had asked Rhea Monroe if she would still be in the french quarter months later, she probably would've laughed in your face. But yet, here she was.
"I just don't understand why the old man can't catch up with the time and listen to some music from this century, you know? I mean, he's not much older than me and even I have good music taste, for an older woman." Rhea whispered to Davina as the record shop owner, Joe, went to fetch the record the girls had asked for.
Davina chuckled and shook her head, truth be told, the two girls had become quite close, at first it was because they had one common enemy, Klaus Mikaelson, but over time they had come to be more than acquaintances that shared a mutual hate and more like close friends, something rare for both of the girls.
Joe arrived back at the till soon after and handed Davina the record, "Here you go, Davina, Rhea," he nodded to both witches, "Now, sometime you're gonna have to give me the lowdown on why you're both so hooked on ancient Icelandic folk music!" He exclaimed, eyes focused on both of the girls.
"We're apart of a cult that can only relax to the soothing sounds of Icelandic folk music." Rhea deadpanned, Davina snorted but nudged her arm upon seeing Joe's creeped out face, looking to the shop owner apologetically she said, "Ignore her, they're for someone else."
"I sure hope so!" Joe replied with a grin. The two girls turn to leave but Rhea halted – stopping herself from walking straight into a tall, curly headed boy with striking blue eyes.
Tilting her head slightly to the side, if she wasn't still so hung up on someone else, she may have actually found herself flirting with the guy. Said guy, gave her a charming grin which she returned before he left the shop.
Before either of the girls could leave, Oliver, who Rhea recently learned was a werewolf, walked into the shop, blocking both girls pathway.
He smiled at the two girls, "Davina," he then looked to Rhea, "Hey there, cutie." The older witch's face turned to one of disgust.
"Call me that again, and I'll end you, you filthy mutt." She snarled, Oliver held his hands up in mock defence, before he turned back to Davina.
"So I heard you left your coven, and made your own with this one," he pointed to Rhea as he examined a record he had picked up, "that's too bad, that other harvest girl, Cassie? She has been super helpful to all us wolves."
"She's making you moonlight rings, Oliver. I wouldn't call that helpful, I'd call that an alliance." Davina retorted, standing her ground.
