"Why didn't he go for me? How come the guys that I want never want me? I'm inappropriate, always say the wrong thing.. and Elena always says the right thing. She doesn't even try, and he just picks her. And she's always the one that everyone picks. For everything. And I try so hard and I'm never the one." Caroline mused to herself, placing her fist underneath her chin. Bonnie sat opposite from her, attempting to be patient with her. She offered a small smile. "It's not a competition, Caroline." Caroline's tired eyes rose from the streaked tables of The Grill and met with Bonnie's. She would never understand. "Yeah, it is."
Bonnie seemed taken aback, and unsure of how to respond to Caroline's exposed feelings. Perhaps it was an effect of the alcohol, she decided to herself, because she had never heard Caroline speak about Elena like that before. As she picked up the bill and walked over to the front of the bar to pay it, a man's figure appeared behind her. Caroline's eyes flickered across the empty coffee mug and exhaled softly. Perhaps sleep was all she needed. She raised her head to join Bonnie at the front when her eyes met with his. He wore a soft but knowing smile, a coy expression that intrigued her. And ultimately made her feel desired. She smiled back, her expression lightening at the man's attention.
At this point, Bonnie was far from her mind. Her attention stay glued to him as he nodded towards the opposite side of his table, his long leg pushing the chair out. She smiled once more, but was careful. She still wasn't very sober.. She hesitated for a moment, then decided that she would just be quick. Introduce herself, leave a lasting impression and make him want more. The plan was formed and set in place as she rose from her seat and walked over to join him. She took her seat across from him, and reassumed her position of placing her fist underneath her chin as her eyes were finally allowed to take in the man fully. Jet black hair framing crystalline blue eyes. HIs smile grew, and his brow kinked up as if he hadn't been expecting her to come over. "You should know I don't do this very often," She chuckled underneath her breath. "Especially not when I'm not completely myself."
He shrugged a shoulder lightly, but he was very much aware of her being under the influence. "I don't mind. I'm Damon." Caroline was glad to finally have a name to his face, but she suspected she wouldn't remember it tomorrow. She glanced over her shoulder to see Bonnie waiting for her expectantly. She turned around without hesitance. "Caroline. It's nice to meet you." For the first time in minutes, Damon's eyes were centered on Bonnie, and despite that Caroline assumed the glare was for her, Damon knew it was for him. "Don't mind her," She waved her hand, brushing her curls back away from her eyes. "I just have to go soon." Damon nodded, pursing his lips for a moment. That was a shame. She was a pretty little thing, even if her purpose would be soon worn out. "I think we'll be seeing each other again soon." Caroline smiled at this and rose from her seat as she bid him goodbye and picked up her bag left on the table. She walked to the far end of The Grill where Bonnie was standing, her shoulders going up in nonchalance. "What?"
"Who is he?" She murmured in a hushed whisper. Caroline waved the question away as she glanced over her shoulder and offered him a sly smile. He leaned back against his chair, his eyes intent on Bonnie, who stared at him with a disgusting look. He pretended to pay no attention and tossed out a few bills onto the counter. He stood from his seat and headed towards the exit, brushing by Bonnie with an insincere apology. Her body shook with cold, and darkness clouded her vision like smoke. Damon raised a brow as he continued on his way and disappeared from the restaurant. Cold and smooth. Like feathers. Black feathers. She frowned, disturbed by the sudden images which rushed to her mind and desperately pushed them to the back of her mind. Caroline was waiting for her.