Disenchanted (open)

[Damon Salvatore]

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“Give me a whiskey.” Damon muttered to the bartender as he walked into the bar as though he owned the place and took a seat on a bar stool. He'd had countless alcoholic beverages in the past hour and none had quenched the thirst that lingered in his throat. The thirst for her. A smirk played on his lips, but it meant nothing in particular. These days, cocky was practically default as far as his moods went. Stefan. Everyone wanted Stefan. Everyone loved Stefan. He'd show them. The town was already paranoid about vampires. He'd really give them something to worry about. Lets see Saint Stefan save the day then.

He finished his drink quickly and immediately ordered another. It seemed as though he spent a lot of time in this bar, enough that it certainly wouldn't be out of place or unusual to find him here. Whether it was trying to drown the memories, find an evening snack, or, like now, a quiet place to contemplate revenge, he always found an excuse to make an appearance. Every now and again he would focus on the conversations around him for a brief moment. In a town filled with vampire hunters, even with the sheriff siding with you, caution was wise. They'd just killed their own non-vampire mayor. Now, that was a mystery worth looking into. Unfortunately he was neither Freddy or Shaggy and this was not Scooby Doo. There were more pressing matters.

Katherine, for one... He could still feel her. It made him want to hit something, or someone, didn't matter which. He'd already taken his anger out on several things, but that was something that didn't just go away and after spending that much time obsessing about her, it wasn't likely to wear off any time soon, either. He watched as the bartender slid another drink over to him. He nodded and downed it too, almost as quickly as the others. There was no burn. When you were a vampire you were immune to all but two kinds of pain: attack and love. He set the glass down on the bar and glanced around. Still clear. Still the same old, boring place. He started running his finger around the rim of his glass when he heard someone new enter the bar.

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TAG! open
MUSE! 65%
SONG! Take It Off, Ke$ha!
OUTFIT Here
CREDIT! Haine at Caution 2.0!

[Anna Barret]

The clicks of her heels echoed through the practically empty bar. She immedietely recognized the sulky looking figure at the bar and grinned. There's my savior.[/color] She ran her nails along his back as she passed him and sat down next to him. Thanks for that, by the way.[/color]

She ordered a drink and when the bartender questioned her, she leaned in close. Get me a drink or I'll make you my drink.[/color] She compelled him through gritted teeth. What?[/color] She looked at Damon. Flights make me edgy.[/color] The bartender sat her drink in front of her and she downed it quickly. It took him a total of ten seconds to make her another. She gulped down half of it. So what did I miss while I was pretending to be dead? You seem like you're in a mood.[/color]

She could smell the whiskey from here and knew the glass in his hand wasn't his first. From what she gathered before the fire, things with his brother and Elena were more than complicated. She knew Damon...or used to. He no longer acted like the human she once knew so well, the human Katherine spoke so highly of. He was, for lack of a better word, an ass. But she knew better than to think that was the only layer to this "new" Damon. He just saved her life. That old Damon was still there somewhere.

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[Damon Salvatore]

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One bar was just as the one before, and the one after. Dim lighting, bad whiskey and worse food. But there were other people there, and that was always better than being alone with his thoughts. Those stupid, traitorous things tended to try and make him go home. Once, after about a week of not sleeping, he sat down on the bed of his cheap hotel room and closed his eyes, just for a moment.

The next time he had a conscious thought, was at the airport, ticket to Atlanta in his hands. He still had no idea how the fuck that had happened. He wasn't prone to sleepwalking. Not even when he had still been human. Damon's been at the bar ten minutes now and the urge to rip someone's throat out is reaching the limit. He made eye contact again with a brunette who's giving him those 'come to bed' eyes since he got here and considered calling it a night and taking her home as a midnight snack. He sipped his bourbon to curb the hunger and looked away thinking about how this woman's hair was the same colour as Elena's.

It's then he saw a familiar person enter the bar. He should've expected this. "So what do you know..this is an interesting turning of events." He tilted his head to the side and smirked at her comment. "Don't make me regret it." He'd gotten roped into helping her fake her death, and if word got out that he was doing things for unselfish reasons it would ruin his reputation. "Stefan's still a bunny-sniffing pacifist and Katherine's back. She's Katherine after all, which means she's up to something."

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TAG! Anna/open
MUSE! 65%
SONG! Take It Off, Ke$ha!
OUTFIT Here
CREDIT! Haine at Caution 2.0!

[Anna Barret]

Anna smirked as he acted like he didn't want to help save her. As if. Come on, Damon. When do you quit doing favors for hot girls?

[/color] Anna teased. She then taunted him by grabbing his face and kissing his cheek. You know you love me.[/color]

She loved messing with these boys. It was too easy. And she wanted to make him smile. He looked so sad. That damn Elena repeating history all over again. Seriously? Weren't these guys smart enough to not let that happen, again? Guess not.

Anna turner her glass up and requested something a bit stronger from the bartender. He obliged quickly. She looked back towards Damon as he ranted about his brother and Katherine. At the 'bunny sniffing pacafist' comment, Anna choked on her vodka. You two, I swear. Can't get along to save your life.[/color] She shook her head at the idea of Katherine being back. So let me ask you something.[/color] She turned on her bar stool to directly face Damon. Why are you all the way down here, when Katherines in Mystic Falls with your new love interest?[/color] She raised her eyebrows. I mean, doesn't she want Elena dead? Actually don't a lot of people want her dead?[/color]

What the hell was this boy doing drowning his sorrows in bourbon when he should be trying to get the girl? It's not like he had much to lose...or did he actually care if he royally pissed off his brother?

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