♬ karaoke party ♪

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“Welcome to Caritas!”

That’s what you’ll hear when you make your way down the stairs into the Karaoke Club. Dark and atmospheric, with glowing tables and a stage that faces the bar, if the sights don’t make it obvious this is a karaoke bar, the crooner up on the stage will.

He’s dressed to the nines in a cream suit, deep purple shirt shining under it as he belts away, welcoming you in. He apologizes for the intrusion, but it seems the ship wanted more than just his beautiful, sultry voice.

“My name’s Lorne, and I’ll be your host for tonight! So hit the bar and drink in your courage, Sailors. Because you might not be able to leave until you give us a show!” That's all he gives you before slipping into what he thinks is a pretty appropriate tune for the occasion.

If you didn’t come here by choice, hopefully Lorne’s words will give you a hint? The ship is hungry for bad belting. For some, the door will reappear after they chirp a few bars. For others, a few songs are required.

Some people have even gone up, struck with the strong feeling that they must do so, even if they’d been railing against singing at all just a minute ago. The ship just really wants everyone to sing and enjoy themselves, OK?

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[otherwise]

"She doesn't need them to protect her."

And that's not just because she's a vampire in his time. Elena's perfectly capable of taking care of herself. The Salvatores just don't give her a chance to do it. They always have to be her knights in shining armor whether she wants them to or not.

[easily]

"No, but they tend to insist on doing it anyway. She's more than capable herself."

This Rebekah lacks the venom the one he knew might use when it comes to Elena. While they weren't friends they had been allies more than a few times. It left them on better terms, if nothing else.