There was a somewhat unamused look on Kol’s face as she looked at the drunken witch. “I am not afraid of them, love. I could kill them all without batting an eye. But, I simply don’t like being dead. And who would, really?” There was a pause, “yes, of course you are. My knight in shining armor.” Her face was once again riddled with amusement. She could let Bonnie think that.
Her gaze dropped to the offered bottle and brought it to her lips once she took it and with the other hand, she caught the witch before she fell over on her. Though all that seemed to do was bring them closer.
"The tequila sealed it." She nodded.
[ Words of death and fear seemed to flow right through the Bennett witch’s mind as Kol’s vivid brown eyes suddenly became a trance she couldn’t break free from. What would have been even worse to a rational Bonnie would that during that moment, she saw nothing wrong with being so entranced with the woman that was hers now. In fact, her mind did not level with sanity until the Original had caught her, and Bonnie’s small, intoxicated almost frame leant completely upon hers. The witch was smiling of course— how could she not be? There wasn’t a single weight on her chest— though, she felt as though there should have been. Finally, she elicited a hiccup once more, one that coincided, and seemingly controlled the shattering of the glass beside her elbow— Bonnie barely noticed. It brought some form reality to her. ]
”I— should go home— shouldn’t I?”