#rebekah mikaelson 01 → 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮

[kazofdirtyhands]

starter → closed with → @theoriginalsister

The Sly Fox Taphouse was a shitty little bar a couple blocks away from the lounge, and it wasn’t a place to see anyone particularly reputable. Normally, Kaz loved places like that - they were great for deals, better for picking pockets. He recalled going to places like that as a boy, where he’d stolen into the pockets and purses of people too drunk to notice or care. Until he’d been able to steal from a higher stock of pigeon, they’d been what he had. 

But this particular place had a bartender deeply in debt to the Dregs, and Kaz was tired of waiting for them to pay. He’d taken him around the back for a conversation, and ducked, narrowly avoiding a punch from the guy. He was big, but soft - pathetic. Kaz whipped his cane out and slammed it into the bartender’s feet, knocking him to the ground where Kaz put one boot on his neck. “Pearson, you don’t wanna have this fight.” He said with a casual air of confidence that came from doing this often. “And I know for a fact you frequent the Menagerie on a weekly basis, so I know you can pay Haskell back. Just give me what you owe, and I’ll get out of your hair, eh?” He suggested, pressing his foot harder into the man’s neck.