Damon was celebrating his 125th birthday and had all of his friends, or rather coworkers, there with him. He smiled as he peered around the room to see them all there: Samson, Zane, Amaury, Gabriel, yes, there were all there.
His best friend, Oliver, came over and slapped him on the back, "One hundred years, man." Damon gave his friend a side hug and smiled.
"Feels like forever," he smiled, as the room erupted in laughter. He could not have been happier, but there was something missing. There always seemed to be something missing.
Oliver walked away only to return with a bottle of blood for his friend, "only the best," he smiled before disappearing. The large Scanguards office building was decorated in reds and blacks for the occasion. Damon wasn't sure whether he should laugh at the irony or not, but he knew well who was to blame. He made his way through the circle of his friends and made his way to the culprit.
"You are too good to us," he said referring to himself and his coworkers.
The woman's laughter filled the room and her bright smile shone. "Well, you have been amazing for Samson lately and this was the only way I could think to repay you," Delilah, Samson's mate smiled. She held a 7 month old baby on her hip and Damon smiled. He wanted what Delilah and Samson had, but after one hundred years he had no such luck. He would forever appear to be a "man whore". He often went to the "women of the night" to find comfort, which essentially meant getting himself off.
"So, do you like it, or is it too much?" Samson asked, throwing Damon from his thoughts.
He looked around at the balloons and streamers and smiled, "You're wife did a great job." He spoke the words and knew them to be true, but the sad smile that crossed his face told Samson otherwise.
Samson clapped Damon on the back and gave his shoulder a light squeeze, "You sure you're alright?" Damon nodded. Of course he wasn't alright, but there was no way he would admit that to his boss and the owner of the company where he'd recently been hired. Samson nodded and walked off to join his wife.
Again, Damon was left alone. He smiled when one of the only other single men walked over. "Hey Cain," Damon smiled.
Cain clapped him on the back and leaned in to whisper, "Don't worry, we're going to see strippers later." He laughed a little, but Damon knew he wasn't lying. Damon would never tire of half naked women grinding against him. He smiled, maybe this wouldn't be so bad, after all. "You, me, Blake, and Zander are gonna live it up when we're done with this shit." For some reason that Damon couldn't understand it upset him that Cain wasn't enjoying Delilah's party. He shook the thought off and smiled at his friend, but said nothing.
As the party seemed to drag on, Damon was relieved when the final guest left leaving him with Cain, Blake, and Zander. He heard the thundering footsteps of his friends as they shot into his room, "Let's go see some sexy ladies!" Cain screamed as he jumped on his friend's back. The men hoot and hollered until they made it to Blake's F250. They climbed in and they were off.