Chapter 6: Trouble Brewing

At the bar, Stefan sat avidly listening to their conversation. None of them were aware of his presence, which suited him just fine. It appeared that his brother swooped in and stole his girl. Typical Damon. He didn't care anymore, but some part of him felt anger and betrayal. She never looked that happy with him. When she was with him, she was more serious and sedate. That alone pissed him off. Damn her! And damn Damon too! He'd show them.

In the meantime, the bartender was eying him suspiciously. She noticed that he was staring intently at the table with the blue-eyed hottie she was drooling over. The girl sure was lucky to have him. Then she looked back over to Stefan and noticed that he had a death grip on his glass. It surprised her when the glass shattered, spraying shards of glass and bourbon all over the bar.

"Oh god! Sir?" She cried. "Are you alright?"

Stefan looked over at the pretty blonde and said, "Yes. I'm fine. Here's for the mess." Then he threw several bills her way and walked away.

He headed towards the tables where they were and watched as they all got up from the table and head for the pool tables.

"Hey, wanna do guys against girls or couples?" Tyler asked.

"Couples," Caroline and Elena said.

"Why? You afraid of losing?" He goaded.

"No. We're afraid of whooping you boys so badly, it'll hurt your fragile, little egos," Caroline challenged.

Damon scoffed and said, "Yeah, right! In your dreams, Barbie."

As they all got their pool sticks, Stefan came up behind them and said, "Mind if I play the winners? And if I win, I get Elena."

They all spun in his direction. Damon's expression darkened and he moved to stand in front of Elena and faced his brother. "No deal. Elena's not something to pass around like property. She's a person."

Stefan laughed humorlessly. "Are you so sure about that? Seems to me that she'll go with whoever's the flavor-of-the –month. It's clear she's too fickle. I just wonder how long before she tires of you."

Damon got up in his face and hissed, "She won't tire of me, brother! I know how to treat a woman and how to please one! So, piss off!"

Stefan smirked and looked around Damon at Elena. "So, Elena, is that true? Does Damon measure up to your expectations?"

Elena was beyond angry. Who the hell did he think he was? How dare he insult Damon and her! Well, she was going to really stick it to him now. She slinked up to Damon, encircling her hand around his and said, "Ooh, yeah! He's SO much more than you'll ever be and SO much more endowed than you. He's done things to me that you've never heard of, let alone know how to do. Things that'll make a whore blush and most grown men cry, because they can't measure up. HE. ROCKS. MY. WORLD!"

Damon looked over at Elena; shocked. Wow! Did she just say that to St. Stefan?! Holy shit! Never in a million years did he ever think he'd hear her defend him, let alone the way she defended him. He squeezed her hand and gave her his best sexy smirk. It was beyond gratifying watching all the color drain from Stefan's face and his expression drop. Before he had the chance to add to Elena's stellar put down, she grabbed a hold of him and pressed her lips to his in a fiery kiss.

Their tongues sparring with each other in a sexy tango. Each of them grasped onto to each other like they were keeping from drowning; desperate and urgent. Elena pulled him closer to her, leaning up against the pool table. She wrapped a leg up around Damon's waist and ground up against him wantonly, causing him to groan.

He responded feverishly, grabbing her by her butt, lifting her up, forcing her to wrap both legs around him. She moaned when she felt his erection pressing intimately against her core. When they parted, Damon set her down slowly; her body sliding seductively down his.

Then Elena turned towards Stefan with a smug, cat-that-ate-the-canary look. Her lips swollen from kissing Damon and her hair gently tousled. In the back, Tyler and Caroline looked on wide-eyed.

"Damn! That was HOT!" Tyler exclaimed.

Stefan glowered at him and then looked back at Elena and Damon and said, "Fine! Keep her then! When he tires of you, Elena, don't come looking for me!"

"Oh, don't you worry about that, Stefan, I won't! Now go! It's very clear that no one wants you here. All you do is cause misery lately. I don't even know who you are anymore and now, I truly don't care! You know what, Damon's right, you really are a buzz kill," Elena said flatly; dismissing him as though he were a mere annoying bug.

Stefan stalked off angrily and Caroline said, "Looks like someone is jealous after all. Hey, it was his choice and his loss. I don't get it though. He says it's over and now he wants you back?"

"He only wants Elena to get back at me," Damon told her.

"Hmph! His loss," Tyler said and moved to make the break at the pool table.

"Yes, it is." Elena agreed. Then she went to play but Damon took hold of her arm and pulled her close. "Are you trying to kill me, Elena? I'm trying my damndest to control myself, but stunts like that last one aren't going to help if you want to take things slow," he said in her ear.

"No, I'm not trying to kill you, Damon. Believe me, he deserved that."

"I'm not going to be your pretend boyfriend to get back at him, Elena," he warned.

She looked up at him. "You're not my pretend boyfriend. I don't know what came over me. I guess I was angry and wanted to do something to really get to him. I didn't think I'd get the reaction I did, but aside from that; I did something I've always been dying to do since we met. Stefan just pushed me to act on it."

He gave her a skeptical glance. "I hope you're not going to need him around to help you act on how you supposedly feel about me."

"No, I don't. I really do feel for you. I think I always have. I just never admitted it before," she said as she ran her hand down his chest then went to his waist. "Now relax," she added and grabbed his butt.

He groaned. She surely was going to be the death of him. His dick was so hard, it was going to break though his jeans at this rate.

"Uh, guys? You playing?" Tyler asked.

Caroline giggled and said, "Oh, I think they're playing; just not pool."

They broke apart and came over to the table to join Caroline and Tyler, who looked amused. Damon looked a little flushed and uncomfortable.

"You okay, man?" Tyler asked him.

"Yeah. Stefan just pissed me off," Damon told him. He was so not going to share what was really bothering him. He wanted to rush out of there with Elena and make her officially his.

Caroline looked at Elena; her eyes glinting with humor and amusement. "Well, well, well. Fun Elena is finally making a comeback," she mused.

Elena smirked and made a shot, sinking a solid ball in the corner pocket. "Low ball," she said.

"More like blue balls," Damon muttered and Tyler laughed which drew the girls' attention.

"What'd we miss?" They asked.

"Nothing. Just guy talk. You know, sports, cars, and stuff like that," Tyler told them.

At the girls' waned interest from Tyler's statement, Damon silently applauded the hybrid's quick thinking and silently thanked him.

They ordered a few drinks and had some laughs. The girls were a little buzzed and having fun. Each couple had won at least a game or two each.

"Come on, guys against girls now," Tyler said, beer in hand.

"Fine. Just don't cry when you lose," Caroline taunted.

Damon made his way to the table and made the break sinking several balls. "High or low, hybrid? Your call."

"High," Tyler replied and Damon sunk another. As he moved to sink another, Elena slinked over to the pocket he was aiming for. She leaned forward and undid a few buttons of her blouse. He looked up and saw her. She had her blouse undone enough for him to see the tops of her supple breast in their lacy captivity. His eyes met hers and she saucily ran her tongue across her upper lip in a sexy way, which almost made him lose it right there and made him miss his shot.

"Dammit, Elena! You did that on purpose!" Damon chided.

Elena laughed. "Aww, whatsa matter, Damon, can't focus?"

"Oh, so you wanna play hardball, do you? Well, two can play at that game," Damon warned with a smirk.

When it was Elena's turn to make her shot, Damon came up behind her, molding up close to her backside. He leaned forward running his lips along her neck and nipped it. His actions caused her to shoot the cue ball off the table and into the wall.

"Dammit, Damon!" She cried and slapped his butt.

He laughed and said, "Your turn, Tyler."

Tyler went up to make his shot and Caroline walked over to where he was aiming for and flashed him a good glance at her lacy, red bra. He not only missed his shot, he launched the pool stick out of his hands. "We're getting nowhere fast, guys," he said.

The girls laughed and Damon said, "No, we're not. Face it, they know we're gonna win, that's why they're distracting us."

"Oh, that is so not true!" Elena cried out, laughing.

Then Damon began mimicking Elena, undoing his shirt and sauntering around. "Ooh, we're not distracting anyone," he said imitating Elena. Then he undid he shirt completely and flashed her. The sight of his bare chest and abs not only got Elena's attention, it also caused two waitresses to collide into each other dropping everything from their trays onto the floor.

"Damon! Look what you did!" Elena laughed as she playfully swatted him.

Tyler and Caroline had tears of laughter streaming down their faces. "Maybe we should go before we cause any more trouble," Caroline said. Then she looked at a grinning Damon and added, "Damon! Close your shirt! There are young girls here!"

Damon looked behind him and saw a group of teenagers giggling and gawking at him. He turned back to Caroline with a smirk and said, "They don't seem to mind."

"Damon! They're freshmen!" Caroline warned, looking over at the giggling group of girls.

"Oh, alright, Buzzkill Barbie," he said and buttoned up his shirt. The group of girls all made a collective sigh and the four of them laughed at the reaction.

"We should take this somewhere else," Tyler suggested.