Klaus

Ivy was so fucking bored. She'd robbed a jewelry store, a book shop, and liberated a flower shop. Now that she's bought her latte and was in her car she grew frustrated trying to think of what to do to kill the itch she had to just...just fucking tear something down. Like Big Ben. Or the Eyes. Something cool.

Rather than go full on chaos, she swung her little red convertible around and headed to Klaus's flat. Now that he and Eliot had patched things up she wasn't seeing him as often as she liked. She'd like it if he stayed at hers, but he was his own person and blah blah or whatever.

She was casual today in a pair of good skinny jeans and a Bad Religion shirt. Her hair was down and loose and her sunglasses she'd pushed up, which kept here hair back.

"You better be home, loser," she said to herself as she knocked firmly.