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Black City wasn't necessarily the first destination on Niklaus's list of "places to terrorize", but he'd found it suited the occasion rather nicely. A metropolis packed with supernaturals like sardines in a can, it offered plenty of mischief to be found and no doubt Niklaus would find mischief indeed. However, when he'd awoken that morning of October 29th, he'd been in a rather docile mood for someone such as himself. He'd headed straight to his art gallery, hanging up his paintings from the showing he'd had the night before, and then he'd sat there for about three hours simply... reflecting. It had been when he'd noticed his gallery's severe lack of a personal alcohol stash that he'd set his agenda on visiting The Howling Hour, which was sure to ruffle Andromeda's pelt. He knew damn well the establishment wasn't scheduled to open until closer in the evening.<br/>
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It hadn't taken him long to reach The Howling Hour, his gallery not located too far from Andrea's place. He'd knocked like a madman, purposefully to irritate the bar's owner, before Andromeda had opened the door and allowed him in. After a few moments of negotiation, he soon found himself alone at her bar, watching as she stoically began the process of cleaning up and tidying the bar in preparations for the day's guests. He sat at the bar with his thoughts playing through his head, his attention turning back to Andromeda when she decided to finally take a break.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"What's got your pelt so ruffled this morning?"</span> Niklaus piqued up, causing Andromeda to pause in her sweeping across the room, in between some tables and chairs.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">"Nothing."</span> Came Andromeda's short reply and that was typical from a woman such as Andrea. She was strong, fierce, The Big Bad Wolf. Along with that came her... sunny disposition.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Surely you tasted the bullshit as soon as it passed your lips, darling." </span>Niklaus purred, calling her out on her lie, and Andromeda sighed, stopping in her sweeping to glare at him from across the room.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">"Do you have not anyone else to bother this early in the day?"</span> Andromeda hissed and Klaus continued on talking as if he hadn't heartd, of course he certainly had.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"It's that lover of yours, isn't it? What was his name, Costco? Cujo? Ahh yes, <i>Kostas</i>. You're worried because he has not yet returned from sea."</span> Niklaus spoke in a matter of fact way, until he heard a sharp, sickening growl from across the room. Had he been anyone else, he'd have been afraid. Andromeda might be an established woman, but she was also powerful. However, Niklaus himself was powerful. He feared no one. In fact, her sharp growl of irritation only served to fuel the smirk that now rested on his lips.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Not to worry love, I'm sure your fisherman will walk through that door any moment and into your awaiting arms. Until then, another whiskey perhaps?"</span> Niklaus lifted his now empty finger glass then and Andromeda pinched the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes as she did so to take a deep breath.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">"I'll never survive the day, surely."</span> She sighed, wondering then in perhaps murdering Niklaus Erikson would cause her to be placed in jail. No, of course not. She'd be viewed as a public fucking hero.<br/>
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