A drabble – in which Alaric and Elena meet by chance at a bar in the future, catch up, get drunk, and get busy.
Elena didn't know what she was doing in Miami. This wasn't her usual scene. But, a group of her co-workers had asked her to come along for the weekend and she felt like she didn't do much now that she had a normal, vampire free life, she had agreed.
It had been six years since she had left Mystic Falls after graduating, and left the Salvatore brothers behind. And while sometimes she regretted that decision, she knew that ultimately it was the best one for her.
She looked around the crowded bar, watching as all the hot, young people flirting relentlessly with each other back and forth. Most of the girls were barely dressed and were doing the whole hair flip and fake laugh thing. And the guys with their overbearing muscles were just taking it all in.
She wasn't even listening as her friends were talking about some hot guy at the bar. "He looks too old for us," one said. "But, he still looks really good," another said.
Elena shook her head out of her dazed thoughts and brought her attention to the guy they were all gabbing about. "Holy shit," she said, taking in the sight of Alaric Saltzman at the end of the bar. "I know him," she finally said as all of her friends looked to her for an explanation.
"Bullshit," one said, looking from Elena to Alaric and back to Elena. "You're lying."
Elena rolled her eyes. It's not like she really needed to lie about knowing a guy. "Watch this," she said, chugging the rest of her drink and getting up, walking over to the other side of the bar where Alaric sat. She tapped his shoulder and waited for him to turn around.
Alaric didn't know what the hell he was doing in Miami, but it seemed like a nice change of pace. After he'd seen Jeremy graduate and settle his own life, he left Mystic Falls, happy to be away from all of the weird happenings and vampires. He wished he had gotten out sooner because living a normal life was really working for him.
Sure, he wasn't married and didn't have kids, but he was happier. He was teaching in Miami and had enjoyed his life here for the past couple of years. Him being out a bar like this was rare, but he decided he needed to get out of his house and have a drink and be around grown up people for once on a Saturday night.
He felt someone tap his shoulder and turned around, almost wondering if he was hallucinating or something. "Elena?" he asked, looking at her. She looked good, really good. She looked more grown up then when he had seen her when she came back for Jeremy's graduation. She looked like a woman.
Elena smiled and wrapped her arms around Ric's neck, hugging him tightly. "Yeah, don't worry it's me and not Katherine," she said, laughing softly. He looked good, better than she remembered. He looked happier, well rested. "What are you doing here?"
Alaric smiled and hugged her back, rubbing her back softly before she pulled away. "I live here now. Didn't Jeremy tell you I moved away?"
She shook her head. "No, he and I actually haven't talked in some time." She frowned. Jeremy had made it a little more than clear that he had a better shot at a normal life if he and Elena kept their talk and contact to a minimum for a while. He wanted to find himself and not have to deal with any of the drama that came with her.
She'd tried to explain to him that she was doing the same thing but he had just changed too much over the years. Maybe it was for the best. He'd gone through a lot for her over the years and she couldn't exactly blame him for wanting a fair shot at life.
"Oh, no, I didn't know." Alaric had actually just talked to him the other day. And the week before that, and the one before that…He and Jer actually had a really good relationship, like brothers. But, maybe now wasn't the time to rub that in her face. "But yeah, just teaching down here, working on my tan. What about you? What are you doing here?"
Elena smiled. "I'm just here for the weekend. A little road trip with some girlfriends." She looked over at her friends, who were staring a her a little in shock, and she waved, watching as they all kind of looked away, embarrassed.
Ric was going to ask about it, but decided to just let it go. "That's cool. Want a drink?" He turned around and ordered a round of tequila shots for them, figuring one wouldn't hurt.
And one hadn't hurt, but they didn't have just one. And before either realized it, it was last call and the lights came on in the bar. "Well, I guess they're kicking us out," Elena said, her head weaving a little with her more than obvious buzzing.
"And it looks like your friend left you," he commented, laughing. He was drunk and he knew it and he was going to scold himself for being drunk in front of her, when he realized he wasn't her guardian anymore. He could have a drink with her and it wouldn't matter. She was an adult now, a woman, they could do this.
"Huh, I guess they did," she said, shrugging. "That's okay. I can just catch a cab back to my room. I'm sure Jane will be asleep anyway."
"That's lame. Come back to my place. I live close. And I have a guest room."
Elena thought for a minute, which was hard considering she was drunk. "Okay," she said, hopping off her bar stool. "We can have breakfast in the morning and catch up more when we're not so drunk."
Ric laughed and got up, too, grabbing his jacket and walking towards the exit. "Sounds like a plan."
"Lead the way," she said, trying to walk straight and not bump into too many things.