Let's pretend Elena fell off a cliff and Damon is happily single.


~March 26, 2015 1:45 pm~

"There is no way in hell that is happening," Bonnie proclaimed staring at the idiot in front of her. Only a fool would put their money on an 11 seed to make it into the elite eight, especially when they are playing a strong 2 seed.

"You do realize that I've partied at UCLA and Gonzaga," Damon replied.

"When? 1952?" Bonnie joked. For someone as old as Damon he really didn't know when to keep his mouth shut.

"Anyway," Damon ignored her. "UCLA is the clear winner."

"Maybe for parties but not for this." Bonnie opened her notebook looking for the stats to prove him wrong.

"Put your bible away." Damon snatched the spiral bound cheat sheet away from the witch. "And just bet me."

"I'm not going to bet you!" Bonnie shook her head. It was too easy – like betting on whether or not the grass was green.

"Why not?"

"Because I have morals!"

He scoffed at her remark.

"I have morals," Bonnie repeated. "We can still bet but we need to pick a different game." She scrolled through the Sweet Sixteen lineup. "What about Notre Dame and Wichita State? That should be a close one." Inwardly Bonnie was sweating. She had Notre Dame in her bracket, expecting them to top out Kansas. But the number two seed's shocking loss had her a little worried.

"Whatever you say O Mighty Queen of the Bracket." Damon leaned over her shoulder looking at the game schedule.

"Who do you want?" Bonnie asked.

"Who do you want?"

"The Fighting Irish." Bonnie decided she would stay true to her bracket selection.

"Then I'll take the other one."

"The Shockers it is," Bonnie jotted their picks down scrap paper. "What are we wagering this time?"

"Sexy massages?" Damon grinned hopefully.

"I have a boyfriend, remember."

"I thought you broke with Little Gilbert."

"We didn't break up – break up. I just need a little time by myself – you know."

"What I know is that it sounds to me like you dumped him."

"How does $20 sound?" Bonnie asked getting back to their wager. Her relationship problems were really none of Damon's business.

"Keep your money, Bennett." Damon opened his wallet and placed a condom on the table.

"We're not having sex."

"Then sexy massage it is," Damon's hands rubbed together. "I like the coconut oils. Be sure to pick some up…"

"I'm not…," Bonnie began but Damon interrupted.

"We should up the stakes," he suggested. "And bet on three games." He pointed to the screen. "Kentucky and West Virginia. I'll take Kentucky."

"No way," Bonnie shook her head. "I'm not betting against Kentucky. They're in the middle of a hot streak."

"How about…," Damon clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he scanned the rest of the games. "This one. I'll take Xavier."

"They're playing Arizona."

"So?"

"I'm starting to think you want to lose."

"On the contrary, Judgy. I always play to win." Damon's eyebrows waggled.

"What about the Louisville game?" Bonnie scrolled to East match ups. "You can take NC State."

"And why would I do that?" Damon's arms folded over his chest.

"They knocked out a one seed."

"That's a good enough reason for me," Damon smiled. "Our three games are picked. Winner gets a sexy massage from the loser."

As many things as there were wrong with that statement, Bonnie chose to address only the most important. "We only picked two games."

"No," Damon patted the top of her head then proceeded to count on his fingers. "I have NC State, Wichita State and UCLA."

"UCLA?" Bonnie shook her head. "Are you serious about that game?

"They're my team," Damon began to perform a victory dance. "Go Braves. Go Braves."

"You do know they're the Bruins – right?"

"I was testing you…"