tyler lockwood ╳ the vampire diaries

[lockwouldnt]

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[lockwouldnt]

Shit. Tyler swallows upon hearing the finger tapping - whoever this guy is, Jeremy knows him. And if Jeremy knows him, he can't mean anything good. Stay alert, he thinks to himself. Don't act too stupid.

He takes a moment to think upon a piece from the list that would mean something, anything to him and Jeremy - and more importantly, to any interlopers that might catch onto their hidden meaning. In the end, nothing comes to mind, except personal preference.

"Gymnopédie One," He says, pulling out his wallet. "Please."

[internalizing]

The request gets a nod before Elijah starts on the piece, Jeremy finishing his drink and leaving some cash on the table as he heads for the door, gaze drifting over Tyler and Elijah like he's never met them before.

And then he's heading back to the inn they'd gotten rooms at, dropping onto the bed to check his e-mail and send one of his own.

[lockwouldnt]

Right as Jeremy leaves, Tyler fires off a text:

He looks like one of the Mikaelsons. But weren't they all still in New Orleans?

It's a quick question, aimed to dissuade his nerves. Just in case, he adds: I'll bring back extra whiskey?

[ghost_touched]

..I'm checking on that. I'll get back o you with information as soon as I get an answer.

And yes, bring whiskey.

[lockwouldnt]

Okay. I'll see if I can't get an answer out of him.

If I'm not back in an hour, give me a call.

With that, Tyler pockets his phone and turns back towards the pianist, taking a moment to savor the song that he had requested. It brings back memories of fancy dinners with Mom – one of the few he'd actually enjoyed. He has to admit, this guy has talent.

[ghost_touched]

Will do. I'll update you when I hear back.

Be careful. And then Jeremy's pulling out his sketchbook to distract himself while waiting to hear back.

And Elijah notices the movement, but doesn't say anything, starting on another song when he finishes that one.

[lockwouldnt]

Tyler waits until Elijah's done for the evening, nursing that one glass of whiskey far longer than he had expected (or wanted) to. He's an impatient guy, so "far longer" really means fifteen minutes? Thirty? Some nebulous amount of time that he hadn't bargained on.

Once he's certain the last song's been played, he wanders over again. "You're really good," he says again in that heavily-accented French. "Do you come here often or is this just a one-time only thing?"

[internalizing]

He's been approached before, although foreigners do tend to stand out a little in a place like this. "Thank you. Elijah meets his gaze without any sign of recognition, although his lips do quirk slightly in response to the question.

" I'm here most nights. It's a nice place. Now if you'll excuse me." And he turns to walk towards the door.

[lockwouldnt]

Instinctively, Tyler reaches out to grab Elijah's hand.

"Just one drink?" He grins through his teeth, as if he's offering the entire world. "I won't take too much of your time."