The sun was just starting to set as Damon walked down the stairs, dressed and ready to go out. He was wearing a sateen black button down shirt, half tucked into a pair of dark wash skinny jeans. He had shined his modern wing-tips, opting for dress shoes as opposed to his normal boots. Tonight, he was going to go somewhere a bit fancier than the Mystic Grill, electing to drive a little less than an hour south to Richmond. He walked into the living room, pouring himself a symbolic glass of bourbon, hoping it would be a harbinger for a good night out. Much to his surprise, he heard the clacking of a pair of stiletto heels patter down the stairs.
"And what has you all dressed up tonight, Belle?" He didn't turn around to look at her, keeping his gaze transfixed on the fireplace.
"Well, Beast, I heard you mention this morning that you were going out tonight, and I figured I would come along."
"What, did you grow tired of talking to the wardrobe? Were the teacups not enough company?"
"As gorgeous as it is, you can't see the gardens at night." She was slowly walking closer to him.
"Then I'll have lamps installed. You're not going. End of story." He drank the remainder of the bourbon in one sip, loudly placing the glass back on the table.
"So you're just going to leave me here, by myself, with no protection? I mean, vampires can't come in but what about werewolves, rogue witches, humans?"
"The doors lock, you know where the weapons are. Plus, I'm going to a bar, you are not old enough." He dug his nails into the arm of the couch he was leaning on. He had to convince her that she couldn't come. This night was for him, to get out all his pent up vampire and sexual energy. He didn't want to turn to see her, because he knew she was all dressed up from the sound of her heels and the scent of her perfume.
No, not her normal perfume. That's the one I bought for her that's in the garden room.
He knew that if he saw her, he would use his resolve and give her whatever she wanted.
"What if I want to just hang out with you? You know, you're not the worst company in the world." She was turning his words around on him- the ones that he used that time he swept her away to Georgia. Damon wasn't used to being on the other side of wordplay, especially when emotions were involved.
Time for me to tell her the truth then, last ditch effort. If she knows the truth, she'll never want to go with me.
"Well Elena, if you must know, I'm going to a bar, out of town, so that I can have some actual human blood. From a beautiful woman, still nice and 98.6 degrees. And, if you really want more details, chances are, with my oozing charm, that woman will have sex with me." He turned around to throw a scathing smirk in her direction, ignoring the fact that he had resolved not to look at her now that there was zero chance of her coming with him. Instead of cringing, walking away, or like most sane humans would, running away, Elena stood there, high-heel clad feet planted on the aged wooden floor boards, arms crossed across her chest.
"Fine. I still want to go." She smirked back at him.
"Well then. We have reached an impasse." He poured a second glass of bourbon. Now that he saw her, he would need it to calm down. She was absolutely breathtaking in the tight black cocktail dress. She had her hair styled in waves, an uncomfortably close style to Katherine's trademark curls, but it would be a lie to say it didn't suit the contours of her face. Her makeup was sultry, transforming her from an innocent looking girl-next-door into the sex goddess she clearly was inside.
"You did buy me this dress for party-related emergencies, right? I might as well put it to good use…"
"Wel-"
"I'll ignore the fact that you somehow knew my dress size if you let me come with you…."
"Fine. But don't go getting yourself into any danger, doppelganger. You also have to promise not to cramp my style. If it looks like I have a girlfriend then it impedes my ability to grab a snack. And, if I happen to disappear for an hour or so… don't worry about it. You know what I'll be up to. Deal?"
"Deal. Grab your keys, let's go." His keys were dangling in her hand. He loved it when she was sassy like that. It was sexy as hell.