The Mikaelson family knew how to throw a party, that much was clear to the entirety of New Orleans. What was unclear to the small group of people aware of certain events leading up to the New Year was if the latest party was a celebration for the upcoming year or something else entirely. The situation a family matriarch had been put in days prior was a cause for celebration in many minds, but the invitation announced the party had more topical purposes.

"I don't see why you of all people want to go to Klaus' New Years Eve party," Josh told Davina as he glanced at the invite lying on her dresser.

"Our other options were to sneak into a club or go to a high school party with people who would ask where I've been for the past few weeks," she replied, shooting him a smile.

"And compulsion and magic couldn't have snuck us into the club?" he asked, with a laugh. "Or a fake ID for that matter," he added as he grabbed his coat.

"Well you won't be complaining once you meet up with your cute plus one," she reminded, slipping on her heels. Maybe a party where she'd be on her feet for hours wasn't the ideal place to test out heels higher than she was used to, but they could come in handy.

That comment made Josh grin, but he was quick to say something. "I won't abandon you though," he hastily said, "promise."

Davina started towards the door, but she simply gave him a shrug. "I'm sure I'll be fine," she told him, "I mean Cami and Marcel will be there… and other people." He gave her a wary look, which she knew she earned. Adding 'other people' wasn't exactly necessary.

"As long as those other people are people that Marcel won't kill for being with at you at midnight, I approve," he said, although the tone of his voice didn't really imply approval.

So she just gave him another smile and they made their way to The Abattoir.

"Have you seen Camille?" Davina asked Hayley, who was hanging out by the outskirts of the party. The witch hadn't spoken many words to the hybrid in a while, but from what she had heard from Marcel things were happening with her pack and the the man she'd been engaged to since birth.

"Sorry, can't say I have," she told her, taking a slow sip of her drink. "I think she was talking to Marcel like thirty minutes ago," she offered, and Davina gave her a tight smile, but didn't move from her spot beside her. "Where's your vampire friend?" she asked, "Josh?"

"With a werewolf friend," she replied, with a more genuine smile, looking into the crowd.

"I should go find Elijah," Hayley told her, and passed her the drink her hands. "Tell me if find whoever it is you're looking for," she told Davina with a something that might have been a smirk. Davina had never spent enough time around her to be quite sure.

So Davina stood with Hayley's empty champagne glass in her hands as she took in the party around her. Out of the corner of the eye she thought she could see Aiden and Josh talking, and that made her think coming to Klaus' party was worth it, but she was still waiting for the the real reason she had convinced Josh they should come.

"Don't tell me you drank all that champagne, Davina Claire?" she heard behind her and instantly a smile was plastered onto her mouth. "I was hoping that you might remember a night with me," Kol Mikaelson told her, and she laughed, turning around so she could face him.

"Actually it's Hayley's, she just gave it to me when she went off to talk to Elijah," she told him, setting it down on some sort of makeshift table to her side. She looked up at him, "and I thought you weren't going to show, so I figured why not look so I at least had something to do."

"And miss spending-" he glanced up the large clock, "-the last hour of the year with you?" He would've kissed her right then and there but the crowd was large and though he was sure Marcel was away planning with Klaus he didn't want any of his men to see him with Davina, because that could only mean trouble for both of them. "And you're considering drinking something to do? Perhaps you have been spending too much time around Mikaelsons," he added, giving one last glance toward the empty glass.

It had been a few weeks since Kol and Davina first kissed and there had been a grey area directly following it. The time following the grey area evolved into more of a mutual understanding for them. Maybe they wouldn't label it about dating, the word boyfriend felt weird and girlfriend too foreign to comprehend, and neither of them needed those labels anyway. What they found themselves in was a relationship that they both acknowledged.

"Would it be entirely forward of me to ask if you would like to go somewhere quiet?" he asked, with a smile that would be better described as a grin.

"Well I would say yes, but I'm afraid that there aren't many quiet places to go," she told him, looking over her shoulder at the party around them. "Though I think for our situation we could just find a place that's secluded yet loud," she offered and the tilt of his head was enough of an answer for her. So she grabbed his hand and pulled him through the passageways that connected the courtyard in The Abattoir.

The relationship the harvest witch and the original vampire resurrected as witch had developed was something they realized was best kept under wraps. This was why their public displays of affection weren't even public. They weren't exactly sure what the general reactions to an actual relationship between the two would be, but the only one Davina was worried about was Marcel's. She suspected past his quips that he was worried about him as well.

Relationships never end well in New Orleans though, Davina learned that the hard way. Perhaps it wasn't the people finding out that worried them. The idea of the city itself being aware was hard to accept.

It's always easier in a world of two. A coven of two.

Fifty-eight minutes later, and only minutes until midnight, Kol decided their little nook was covert enough for them to kiss. Davina intervened though, and it isn't hard considering her height, she just had to rest her head against his chest. In truth, with their difference in heights, it takes an awful lot of effort to kiss.

"Hey, we only have a few minutes until the New Year, I think you can wait until then," she teased, looking up at him and shooting him a smile. He paused, and looked as though he were about to protest, but she just brightened her smile.

Kol is working on a theory that Davina Claire's smile could bring a man to his kneels or make an army surrender.

"I did want to let you know I appreciate that you wore some heels, love," he said, "I think they'll be helping me out in a few moments."

"Will they?" she asked as she glanced at the small sliver of the clock that their nook allowed, and they were nearing the minute mark. The countdown began when the sixty second mark was hit and while the crowd outside shouted out the numbers Kol and Davina whispered sixty down to zero.

"Five, four, three, two, one…"

"Happy New Years, Davina Claire," he whispered into her ear. Davina just kissed him, and there are no eloquent words to say how she wrapped her arms around his neck to pull his lips to hers. She can however attest that the heels did help in boosting her up a few inches.

The kiss kept going, and maybe it would've kept going. Perhaps to make up for the time he wanted to kiss her in the courtyard, to make up for when she wanted to kiss him on the way to the nook, and when he wanted to but there was too little time until the New Year's kiss.

It did end though, but not by their own terms.

"Oh, Marcel I think I found her!" a voice, sounding incredibly like Camille's, said. It was then followed by a then by a more drawn out 'oh', which was probably made when Davina pulled herself away from Kol and Camille realized there was a Kol in the equation.

"Happy New Year!" she squeaked out, seeing both Camille and Marcel appear before her. It flicked through her mind that her body was pressed against Kol due to the small space, and Marcel looked ready to murder, but when she looked back at Kol and saw him smiling down at her.

She was sure there was a saying out there that said the way the spend the first few moments of the new year could predict the outcome of your year. She was pretty sure an honest smile from Kol Mikaelson meant she would be just fine.