Chapter 57: Bourbon Street
{D. K}
The streets of New Orleans was full of people and life. People of all different cultures were dancing, wearing all different colors of jewelry and clothing. There were an occasional cop walking to keep things in check, but everything is the same as she remembered. "This city is just the same." Stefan seemed to voice Dakota's thoughts. "Just brighter. "
"Have you been back since forty-two?"
"Nope, not since I shipped off to join the war effort and you didn't."
Damon didn't sit on the bitterness held in Stefan's tone. "Somebody had to entertain the ladies who'd been left by their menfolk. "His phone beeped, and he stopped to check the message. "Good news. Elena is out with the girls, so she won't get in trouble. I told her she could make herself at home
