HERE'S YOUR MORNING DOSE...ONE OF MY LOVELY REVIEWERS ASKED IF THE DRABBLES WERE CONNECTED OR RANDOM...THEY ARE RANDOM. NO PARTICULAR ORDER, JUST MOMENTS.
RANDOM WORD: SOUTH
It's a running joke between them. She laughingly remarks that he has a "thing" for dark skinned witches.
"Only you." He smugly retorts and the game begins.
It's never occurred to her that anyone who looked at them might see anything other than love, but a road trip changes all that.
They're cruising a near deserted road in a sleepy southern hill town when the first drops of rain splatter her face and slide onto the sleeve of his jacket she's using as a blanket.
He has them in a parking lot with the top up and her ushered inside the glowing diner before she's fully awake.
"We're closed." A lazy drawl echoes in the room as she wipes the sleep from her eyes.
"Sign says you're open and it's coming down hard." The playful tone to his voice doesn't fool Bonnie. She knows he's less than impressed with this man's hospitality.
"Just the same." She can tell from the rigid set of the man's shoulders and the force he employs to clean the already spotless counter he considers the topic closed.
"Is your problem with me or her?" Damon is practically growling and her concern rolls into the air, charging the atmosphere, and making it harder for Damon to think clearly.
"Separately, we got no problem. Together, I don't abide it. I got no problem with you takin' a walk on the wild side. Curiosity is natural, but flaunting it like it's okay? That's wrong."
She only has a split second to wonder how long it's going to take her to clean up all the blood before they're out the door and back on the road.
After an hour of a calm, silent Damon she turns to face him with the question clearly on her face.
"Some people aren't even worth the energy it takes to drain." He smiles and she's sure she's never loved him more.
REVIEW PLEASE :) I PURPOSELY DIDN'T IDENTIFY THE RACE OF THE DINER WORKER BECAUSE YOU CAN BE PREJUDICE NO MATTER WHAT RACE YOU ARE...